Today’s prompt is to write about your earliest memory. Well I have already written about that exact thing before. So this idea bores me. Instead, I will just do some musing and oozing of ideas and such I suppose. More rambling than anything.
Why is it that writing can be so easy one moment, and then in the next it is the most difficult thing to be accomplished by a human being?
Recently I’ve been lucky enough to see both extremes of this writer’s spectrum. It started with the former. I was so happy and into my writing, I didn’t want to stop. I was planing and plotting my NaNo novel. I have outlined the whole thing, coming to a “final” outline of 2,094 words. This is both scary and exciting for me. Mostly because like I’ve said before, I never outline. I have a few ideas in my head and then I just write the thing. That’s it. No more. No less. This is the first time I’ve ever tried to pre-plan more than a few ideas for a story let alone a whole detailed outline. But this outline has made me feel great and excited about my story. So much so to the point where I just want it to be November already so I can start it. It’s taking everything I have not to open it up and write more on it right now.
At the beginning of this week I was also pumping out short stories and flash fiction like it was nothing. I had no problem coming up with an idea and writing. Or even just writing before I had the idea. It was great. I never wanted it to end. But unfortunately all good things come to an end.
This brings me to the past two days. Mostly tonight though. I’ve barely written a thing. I have a few ideas in my head but not sure which to go with. And other than those few, I can’t think of anything to write. I don’t want to use prompts, but I don’t want to go back to my original novel. But I also don’t want to really continue on this new fantasy I started. Nothing is left. I have no ideas and no motivation or inspiration to write. I just sit at the computer and struggle to even put a word down. I had to sit down and force myself to write earlier just to get 600 words for my #writechain. It wasn’t pretty or very fun. And neither is this whole not writing thing when I want to write. I love writing but I just can’t. No ideas. Too many ideas. No motivation. No inspiration. No creation. Nothing. I’m very stuck and I’m not sure which way to go from here. I suppose only time will tell.
I just wish more than anything to write. But I’m also stuck in the fact that I want to try too many things. Do I start a new novel, maybe a short story, perhaps a novella, or what about just a 300 word piece of flash fiction. There’s also working on the dozens of old projects I have. But with all these possibilities, not even one thing or idea is jumping out at me. I’m just stuck.
So instead of trying to pick and idea or piece together an idea. I will sit here and continue to write uninteresting blog posts to entertain a select few.
So, I’ll ask you. What should I do? What should I write?
It was the middle of November. I was outside in shorts and a t-shirt, sweating. That’s when I knew I couldn’t stay in Florida. Heat and I didn’t get along to well. But cold, now cold and I go back a ways. I grew up with cold. I knew cold and cold knew me
We knew each other’s fears. We know each other’s likes. We knew when the right time to come around was and just the right time to leave. Cold was always there when I needed it. But heat, heat would come in and ruin it all. In Florida, heat never let cold stay for a long; a few weeks, maybe a month and a half at most, then heat shoved the cold away so it could be center stage.
Try writing a story taking place in the Alps while you’re out back in December sipping some ice water and wishing it wasn’t eighty degrees. It was writing that exact story that I decided to more. I didn’t care where or how far, as long as it was cold. And good and cold. They say you’re not dead until you’re warm and dead. Well, I wasn’t alive until I was alive and cold. Continue reading
So, today’s prompt for the 30 Day Blog Challenge is to Bullet me entire day. This will be quite interesting considering I’ve been up for about 30 something hours. So I’ll try to remember as much as I can but it’s been a long day.
- I woke up yesterday around 12 or so.
- Wasn’t feeling so hot so I spent a lot of time just chilling out in the garage.
- I had art class which actually was fun and went well for a first.
- Learning some new things.
- Came home.
- And we had our Writer’s Meeting.
- Did a prompt with the group, which went well. It was fun.
- Talked about our upcoming goals.
- Made some homework assignments.
- Played some skyrim while I wrote.
- Pretty sure I did some word sprints in the evening too.
- Couldn’t sleep so I stayed up all night.
- Started a fantasy story in third person that I didn’t like.
- There was a stray cat who has adopted us as his family.
- He was sitting in the garage with me all night as I wrote.
- Made a few blog posts.
- Came up with more ideas for NaNo.
- Did some word sprints with the #5amwritersclub.
- Rewrote the Fantasy story this time in first person and I’m really enjoying it.
- Sort of.
- Stayed awake.
- Wrote more things here and there.
- Tweeted a bunch.
- Played more skyrim.
- The cat was still hanging out with me in the garage.
- Did more word sprints.
- Lots of reading and research on how to write a fantasy novel.
- Brainstormed some for NaNo.
- Still haven’t slept.
- And now I’m here writing this post.
- I think I’ve left a few things out but that’s basically it.
So, I’ve had to do two prompts today because I slept through most of yesterday. The prompt/story I posted before this was to write about “Guilty Pleasures”. This one is to take my iPod, put it on shuffle, and write down the first ten songs. This will get interesting as I don’t have many songs on my iPod. This also might be interesting, because as a writer I’m not just going to post ten songs and be done with it. I’m going to write something about all ten. I’m thinking a short story incorporating all of them.
1. Better Man
2. Don’t Trust Me
3. A Bird Without Feathers
4. That Power
5. Do The Right Thing
6. It Ends Tonight
7. My World Is..
9. No Matter What You Do
10. Good Vibes
All I ever got told my whole life was to be a better man. To do this and do that right. I would reference my father and say, “Well what about him? He left us, he never cared? He wasn’t that ‘Better Man’?” My mother would just say that he didn’t do anything right, or that the only thing he did right was making me. A bunch of bull shit if you ask me, but maybe I’m just cynical after all these years. Don’t trust me, trust me, whatever. I don’t care. Continue reading
My breath was warm. Its haze shown through the light being cast on my face. The only light on the whole street and it had to shine down upon me. It’s not every day you try to break into a store on main street. Low light would be ideal here.
I crept through the streets the rest of the way, being mindful to stay out of the glow this time. My ears kept close to the night, wary of any unusual noise. The only peep was that of a rather unhappy cow in a field not a few yards up a hill. I shrugged it off and made my way forward.
The streets were empty, wind carrying a silent bliss through the air. Every townsfolk was in bed, or gone. Holiday had come early this year and not one younger than thirty would have stayed in this dump for that long. Well not one but me. Continue reading
Yesterday’s prompt was Your Favorite Toy, Today’s Prompt is A Moment You Felt Most Satisfied With Your Life:
I raced on. Dragon’s Run was nearing. I knew once I got to the city, ran up to White Forge, and spoke with the Lord everything would be fixed. I could be the hero of Dragon’s Run. I could save the day.
I ran as fast as my steed would allow. Passing farm and wolf, civilian and guard. Not one would try to stop me. I knew my place and mission. They opened the gates as I burst through the first walls of the Hold. Closing in on my target.
The frozen chill of my face was blasted by the heart of the blacksmith. I didn’t slow for longer than a moment. The warmth was begging me to stop but I had to warn Lord Jarkle. The steps of White Forge were nearing; the castle in which the Lord resided.
My steed wouldn’t budge from the bottom step. I forced to travel the rest on foot. I slammed open the large wooden doors that protected the young Lord and made my presences known.
“My Lord, there are terrible dangers headed our way.” My mouth was like burlap and I fought to speak a word. My breath would ne’er be caught at this rate.
“Speak boy, what are these dangers.”
“Terrible dangers. Wendigos lead on by a Storm Walker. Dragon screams heard about the Hold. My Lord, we must warn the others.” I fell to my knees and pleaded with the Lord to ready for battle.
Fortunately he heeded my worry and ran past, readying the soldiers and archers. I would finally be the hero. I had saved the Hold. Whether they fought off the invasion or not I did not care. I did my part. I warned the Lord, and that is all that could asked to be done.