The Speed of Falling Upward
That’s what I’d call it.
Because I live in two directions at once.
There’s the vertical plunge—milliseconds to react, worlds collapsing if I blink wrong. My fingers moving before I can think. Then the horizontal sprawl of the novel, the poem—months to find the right word, years to understand why that character wept on page 47.
And somewhere in the middle, philosophy: my father, who taught me that falling isn’t failure. That I can descend through a boss fight, a heartbreak, a sentence that won’t cooperate—and still be moving toward something. Upward, somehow.
So the biography wouldn’t be about winning. It would be about this strange gravity—a life that keeps going down and calls it growth.
The Speed of Falling Upward.
I press continue. I always do.
Please consider writing it! Bravo!
lol. Maybe one day. for now, i will be releasing my works on Amazon kindle soon. One Novella releasing Live in 3 days.
OMG really? Congratulations!
Yes really. And thank you so much. Be sure to be on the lookout if you love dark romantasy. It a first edition so thoughts and reviews are very much welcomed.
Stay tuned!
That title is incredible — it feels like a paradox you can live inside. I love how you frame falling as motion instead of failure, like gravity itself is part of the journey rather than the enemy. The contrast between split-second reactions and the slow burn of writing is especially striking; it captures that tension between instinct and reflection so well. And the ending line hits hard — “I press continue. I always do.” It feels like a quiet manifesto. This reads less like a prompt response and more like a philosophy you’re actively practicing. Beautifully written.