Hello, characters! This is your god speaking.

Call me Meret. I'm just another writer, madly in love with words and everything they can do.
Everything on here is mine, as well as my thoughts and frustrations on all things author-y or writer-ish. (Full disclosure: It's mostly frustrations. Such is the writer life).
I love to read others work, so feel free to ask, and if you have thoughts or critiques on my creations, I'd really truly love to hear it. Keep on creating, and have an awesome day!
(By the way, all the writing I post here is copyrighted, etc.)

"Being a good writer is 3% talent, 97% not being distracted by the internet."

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Real

There is a love
You see on the screen
In the pages
Printed and planned
It’s what little girls know as love
A love where eyes meet
And it explodes
A sparkling, flawless ideal

And there is a love that is real
A love that doesn’t
Exist within an exclamation point
That was not
Built in a day

A love fortified
With hard times
And gradual change
In you
And in me
Hardened with layers
Of moonlit conversations

A love that has withstood
Me, leaning on you
And you
Depending upon
Me

A love that persists
Beyond each single heartbeat
And it is worth
Every one

A writer’s natural habitat can be identified by the writing utensils stashed everywhere just in case of sudden inspiration.

I know myself to be
A system of nerves
A machine of sinew
And blood
And bone
So why does mere emotion
Thrill through every inch
Of my chemical shell

—by Meret

     This piece just won first place in a poetry competition!

     Am I making this post just so I can brag and boost my fragile artist ego? Quite possibly. 

     Point is, I WON, and any validation regarding my writing feels FANTASTIC. 

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-Meret

When people get mad at me because one of my characters did/said something that offended them
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     In honor of International Women’s Day, I’m posting about a woman who inspires me and who is, in my opinion, one of the best female authors of all time: Mary Shelley.
SO HERE’S A FEW REASONS MARY SHELLEY WAS AWESOME:
She basically invented the sci-fi genre with her iconic novel, Frankenstein, which is (if you haven’t read it) a thrilling and thought-provoking read. 
Her parents were almost as amazing as her: her mom was Mary Wollstencraft, a writer, philosopher, and active feminist; her dad was forward-thinking philosopher and politician William Godwin.
She was married to one of the most influential of the romantic poets, Percy Bysshe Shelley (imagine the conversations those two amazing minds must have produced), but even cooler than them being married- she was his editor! So in other words she deserves like 50% of the credit for all the amazing work he produced during their marriage.
Like most amazing writers, she had a terrible, TERRIBLE life. She was ostracized for becoming pregnant by Percy Shelley out of wedlock, only to suffer the death of their prematurely born daughter. When the two finally married in 1816, they suffered through constant debt, and her husband drowned only six years later, leaving her to raise their son alone. She continued to work as a professional author until her death at age 53 from a brain tumor, and the spent the last decade of her life plagued by illness caused by said tumor. 
She and her hubby once spent the summer with the legendary poet and author, Lord Byron, as well as the lesser-known writer/physician , John William Polidori. Once again, I can’t even imagine what the creative dynamic all those brilliant minds would have produced. I would literally sell my soul to spend some time with that group.
     So that’s a little background on this amazing woman. She inspires me, both as a woman, and as a writer.
     Post a woman who inspires you in honor of this special day! :)
     HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMEN’S DAY!

     In honor of International Women’s Day, I’m posting about a woman who inspires me and who is, in my opinion, one of the best female authors of all time: Mary Shelley.

SO HERE’S A FEW REASONS MARY SHELLEY WAS AWESOME:

  • She basically invented the sci-fi genre with her iconic novel, Frankenstein, which is (if you haven’t read it) a thrilling and thought-provoking read. 
  • Her parents were almost as amazing as her: her mom was Mary Wollstencraft, a writer, philosopher, and active feminist; her dad was forward-thinking philosopher and politician William Godwin.
  • She was married to one of the most influential of the romantic poets, Percy Bysshe Shelley (imagine the conversations those two amazing minds must have produced), but even cooler than them being married- she was his editor! So in other words she deserves like 50% of the credit for all the amazing work he produced during their marriage.
  • Like most amazing writers, she had a terrible, TERRIBLE life. She was ostracized for becoming pregnant by Percy Shelley out of wedlock, only to suffer the death of their prematurely born daughter. When the two finally married in 1816, they suffered through constant debt, and her husband drowned only six years later, leaving her to raise their son alone. She continued to work as a professional author until her death at age 53 from a brain tumor, and the spent the last decade of her life plagued by illness caused by said tumor.
  • She and her hubby once spent the summer with the legendary poet and author, Lord Byron, as well as the lesser-known writer/physician , John William Polidori. Once again, I can’t even imagine what the creative dynamic all those brilliant minds would have produced. I would literally sell my soul to spend some time with that group.

     So that’s a little background on this amazing woman. She inspires me, both as a woman, and as a writer.

     Post a woman who inspires you in honor of this special day! :)

     HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMEN’S DAY!

People who think EVERY STORY needs a romantic aspect to be interesting

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You’ve been here
With me
For so long
That you have become
My normality

Who knew normal
Could be so
Extraordinary?

Through the Bus Window

by Meret

Doors hiss closed

And we move

Passengers sitting
In their own unique silence

Rhythm of travel
Pulls me 
To contemplation

Countless tin can vessels
Surging in asphalt veins

And we move

Headphones dam the cracks
Through which the strange
Might leak into my skull

I stare out
Through my own reflection
Cloudy world through clear glass

And I see

Myriad slides of land and towns
Shifting by apace
Wires dicing the skyline
Living trees disguised as dead
Naked branches reaching
Blanched clouds layer the sun
Rendering it too white
To be hot fire

And it moves

And I see

And we move