another_proser’s 2016 Summary on Prose.

I began 2016 with a narrative post about a mini book of names I keep, to add names to as they come up and compel me to write them down. I had no idea that the year would be a reflective roller-coaster of conflict, creativity and motivation. I shared my knowledge on mental-remodels and was riding waves of possitivity into debuting #jumbletongue here on TheProse.com. My own, made up, form of poetry, playing with words, meaning, intent and understanding.  At first, just posting my own jumbled poetry, but then branching out and challenging others to give it a try. It was fun, it inspired an array of posts and carried me through the next few months.

March, around the time of my birthday, things took a dip, as they usually do and the roller-coaster took some odd and sometimes sad turns. I joined in on an "Epic Poem" with 20+ other prosers here, trying to maintain my sense of writing-community. I struggled with it though, as the year went on, posts getting a fewer and further between one another. Darker reflections divulged themselves in life comparison to Fukushima, and a wayward correlation between American Society and Feudalism, in a mutated way.

As I ping-ponged mentally, I dared to write a snippet of erotica, though it too, had dark roots. I tried to summarize myself in an introduction when TheProse opened the Intro Portal, and even started a few books when the option became available-- though this would be the first one I've actually published and made available for all to read. In the absence of my own inspiration, I let Prose-Challenges, from other prosers too, provoke me into an array of confessional narratives and thought-provoking true-stories.

As the months went on... Gun Control. Depression. Blindness. Murder. Evolution and even the random musing over a paperclip. All tid-bits into the rattling madness in my mind through 2016. Sometimes thought-vomit just fingered out onto the screen as it came, and other times more methodical writing with intent and pointed inspiration.

As it turns out, the whole year was full of confession, even in the sharing of poetry that began, just for me. It seems appropriate, and a bit amusing to me now, that I ended the year with the same, but specific to losing my innocence. Or, more accurately, summarizing my behavioral evolution and beliefs which put me on the darkest path I've walked yet. I guess turning thirty years old also put me on a long rounded bend in my path, one full of many more reflective pit-stops to come.

If you enjoy reading this collection, from 2016, please rate and write a review to inspire me to do it again next year.

Many thanks for your time, feedback, comments, impulsive thoughts, critiques, and inspirations. I appreciate it in advance!

Remmy Ar'emen

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