Willow Loveday Little

@willowloveday

too dog-dark / to be floral Editor @cactuspresspoetry
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Two new Pig-malion poems in @riddlefence as we transition from winter to spring to something resembling summer
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1 day ago
On loving @jan.gui since 3/19/2023 ๐Ÿ’˜
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1 month ago
๐Ÿ’ซ๐ŸŒโฃ๏ธ (McKinley Dixon, 2025. Taking more risks with my Minolta as I figure out light settings)
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4 months ago
Pirates, periods, and DiCaprios (a very late Halloween drop) ๐Ÿซ โœจ
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4 months ago
New poem in filling station ๐Ÿ’•
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5 months ago
๐ŸŒฟ๐Ÿƒ autumn bringing back that pavlovian school-year's-starting productivity ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ
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6 months ago
Dogs in various forms of jail (& summer pics)
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7 months ago
How one day you hope to be kinder, wiser, stronger, bolder. How one day you will be older ๐Ÿ’Œ
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7 months ago
Just girly things (octopus enceinte, stripy stars, lionfish for Leo season, seahorses qui font de la lutte) ๐ŸŸ๐ŸŸ๐ŸŸ Minolta, 400 iso film
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9 months ago
Kdot in tdot I didn't bring my Minolta because I was paranoid about it getting confiscated, so I got a disposable camera. I didn't want to use flash because it felt disruptive and I couldn't see much (lots of tall people all around, which is my reality as a 5"2 girlie) so I jumped whenever the pyrotechnics went off!!! ๐Ÿงจ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿ’ฅ
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9 months ago
I haven't posted about my novel in a long time but lately I've been feeling like sharing again. I used to share so much on hereโ€” about my failures and successes and my belief in the importance of demystifying creative process so that art isn't this scary, elitist thing we only engage with in pristine final form, but a messy and glorious opportunity, if at times a slog. Last year I finished my first novel after five years of working myself to the bone over it. I'd open my laptop and break down in tears because I was so exhausted by the project, but still so in love with it. It's a modern retelling of a brutal, misogynistic Irish legend I read when I was a child. It's a challenge to the toxic tropes we see in romance plots. It's a Montreal mythology. It's a love story. Chapters are introduced by dream sequences ranging from the quirky to the folkloric to the satirical. It's experimental and strange and intentionally unsatisfying. I sent it out, but it wasn't accepted anywhere. In spite of knowing the odds, it sucked. It's crazy how we can understand these things with common sense, but then the body feels them anyway. These days I'm interested in falling in love with my current and future projects. And there are lots of really cool pockets of lit community popping up all over the place, which makes me happy, and I remember we are the people of the flow state and it's all about doing the thing. If you're feeling disheartened with writing, take the time you need to replenish. You are not a word factory. Trying to be creative within the crumbling silos of late-stage capitalism is hard. Writing in a world that demands you justify your art through academic jargon so it has a "valid pedigree" is hard. Sharing on IG is hardโ€”even writing this, I'm second-guessing so much of it; wondering if it will come across as self-promotion rather than a bid for connection. May we all have projects that make us feel alive and the energy to realize them. ๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’ž
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9 months ago
Met the cast of Finding Nemo
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10 months ago