How do I ... words?

Seriously, someone let me know. It's getting to be a problem.

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There’s this one line in Corinne Bailey Rae’s “Put your records on” that goes like, “Summer came like cinnamon, so sweet.” And it’s apparently the favorite song of this girl I know. She would often just sort of hum it under her breath. And one time a couple of years ago she sang that line and instead of saying cinnamon, she said Fitterman, and I still can’t hear that song without giggling like an idiot.

Filed under rambles my name is fitterman btdubs

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I’ve decided to start entering stories into contests more often, considering I almost won quite a lot of money that one time a few years ago. The problem is they almost always cost a bit of money to submit. So I’ve narrowed it down to about three that I’ll submit into different contests, but even only three stories can get quite pricey depending on the contest. So I need some help narrowing it down.

The three I’m going with are “Hi" the one that made me a semi-finalist in the Norman Mailer contest a few years ago, "Extinguished" the weird sci-fi one that I’m worried I like way more than anyone else does, and "Sleeping Together" which I’m not really sure about but it fills me with good feels.

So I need some feedback from you guys. If you could only pick one, which story would you enter in a contest?

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So there was this one time in an English class I had, when we were supposed to read a short story and then write about it for our homework. Just a sort of journal/reaction to the story. I don’t remember the title or author, which is kind of a bummer because it was a really good story. Anyway, I read the story and was astounded by how much I empathized with the main character. Like, everything he was feeling was stuff I was dealing with every day, and I just really connected with this guy. My reaction paper was basically me going on about how great a job that writer did of creating a relatable character and how I totally felt the same way. I wasn’t entirely sure what the point of thee story was though, which left me a little confused. It just seemed to be about this dude dealing with everyday stuff.

The next day we turned in our papers, and talked about the story. And as we were talking, I started feeling… weird. No else seemed to like, it or the main character, as much as I did. They all thought there was something wrong with him or something. And then towards the end of the discussion the professor started telling us about the author and about the time that she wrote the story and her reasons for writing it. She wrote it after vietnam, which was pretty obvious. The story was about a guy who had come home from the war a few months previously. And she wrote it to inform people about the troubles of post-traumatic stress disorder.

That’s right. The main character, the dude I felt such a strong connection with, had PTSD. As soon as she mentioned this I realized how great it was that I hadn’t participated that much in the discussion, because I would have sounded like a freaking idiot. That’s a pretty huge detail to fly straight over your head. The second thought that crossed my mind was, “Crap! That paper.” Not only had I demonstrated my complete lack of ability to read deeper meanings beyond the very surface of a story, I had basically inadvertently told my professor I had PTSD or something. My next thought was “Oh shit! Do I have PTSD?” And my next thought after that was that that made zero sense. What trauma have I ever been through? That’s stupid. Like, what? *makes super confused face of confusion*

It was a really weird day, and I think about it a lot.

I feel like I had more to say on this topic, but it has all suddenly left my brain. Probably getting some lunch or something. Not sure why I’m writing about it right now anyway. Like I said, I guess I think about it a lot. Anyway, this has been another edition of pointless rambling journal theater! See you all next time!

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I feel like I may have actually forgotten how to converse with people.

That is, if I ever knew in the first place.

Lately, it feels like I’m either shouting into a void,

or staring in confusion at anyone who tries to interact with me.

The only middle ground is when I’m being embarrassingly awkward,

Or just alienating the people close to me.

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Apparently it’s national sibling day or something. So here’s me and my sisters looking incredibly stupid. Enjoy!

Apparently it’s national sibling day or something. So here’s me and my sisters looking incredibly stupid. Enjoy!

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Sort of a masterpost thingy

how-do-i-words:

Hey, whoa, hey! I just got some random notes on some pretty old posts, which is pretty cool. But it made me realize, I’ve actually gotten a few followers since I started this tumblr, some of whom I don’t even know irl. Which means unless they decided to scroll way back on my blog for no reason, they probably haven’t seen some of my stories. And I mean if you’re following me, you’re probably at least somewhat interested in my writing. So I figured I should take the opportunity to showcase some of those older stories. So here’s a list of links to some of my stories and journal entries which you may or may not be aware of. Likes and reblogs make me happy, but any sort of actual feedback (with, like, words and stuff) makes me ecstatic with love and general affection towards whoever is kind enough to let me know what they think of my work. Even if— no, especially if you hate it. That is information I need to know. Anyway here you go.

Stories

Hi

Extinguished

Ignition (This one is just the very beginning of a story which I really need to work on more. (It’s also a sort of prequel to Extinguished))

Sleeping Together

The Problem (Yet another unfinished one. The difference between this and the Professor Calamity one though, is that I’m not really sure how this one’s going to end.)

I skipped some of the ones I don’t like as much, but they’re still there if you want to go looking for them.

Journals

I try not to call these stories as much, because they’re slightly less fictional than the things I posted above. But some people seem to enjoy them, and to them, they are definitely stories, so… yeah.

The Trouble with Words

Things Happen (in October)

Pizza Thoughts

Almost

Desserts, Butts, and Art

Again, I skipped some if they were too personal, or weird, or boring, but they’re still there. You just have to look for them.

There ya go. Check ‘em out. Give me some notes guys! I love you all!

Reposting so people might actually see it this time. Seriously guys, what the hell? Everytime I post anything tumblr dies.

Filed under either all my friends are butts or I have the worst timing ever probably both

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Sort of a masterpost thingy

Hey, whoa, hey! I just got some random notes on some pretty old posts, which is pretty cool. But it made me realize, I’ve actually gotten a few followers since I started this tumblr, some of whom I don’t even know irl. Which means unless they decided to scroll way back on my blog for no reason, they probably haven’t seen some of my stories. And I mean if you’re following me, you’re probably at least somewhat interested in my writing. So I figured I should take the opportunity to showcase some of those older stories. So here’s a list of links to some of my stories and journal entries which you may or may not be aware of. Likes and reblogs make me happy, but any sort of actual feedback (with, like, words and stuff) makes me ecstatic with love and general affection towards whoever is kind enough to let me know what they think of my work. Even if— no, especially if you hate it. That is information I need to know. Anyway here you go.

Stories

Hi

Extinguished

Ignition (This one is just the very beginning of a story which I really need to work on more. (It’s also a sort of prequel to Extinguished))

Sleeping Together

The Problem (Yet another unfinished one. The difference between this and the Professor Calamity one though, is that I’m not really sure how this one’s going to end.)

I skipped some of the ones I don’t like as much, but they’re still there if you want to go looking for them.

Journals

I try not to call these stories as much, because they’re slightly less fictional than the things I posted above. But some people seem to enjoy them, and to them, they are definitely stories, so… yeah.

The Trouble with Words

Things Happen (in October)

Pizza Thoughts

Almost

Desserts, Butts, and Art

Again, I skipped some if they were too personal, or weird, or boring, but they’re still there. You just have to look for them.

There ya go. Check ‘em out. Give me some notes guys! I love you all!

Filed under Stories Journals hey yous guys with a bunch of followers this would be a pretty cool post for you to reblog as well as any of the individual stories

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mayannee:

This just…
My friend is clever when I try to insult her via emoji. And I just realized hey this a pretty good definition of friendship.

mayannee:

This just…

My friend is clever when I try to insult her via emoji. And I just realized hey this a pretty good definition of friendship.

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