Today seemed to be a day to stay in and bundled up under the soft comforter with a cup of steaming hot tea and a good book. Until I looked out the window upon hearing an incredibly loud moan. I went to the window and saw no one and shrugged it off to my imagination from my book I was reading.
Even with prompts I sometimes spend an entire day trying to figure out what to write with it. Poetry is not exactly something I’m practiced in and try to leave that to those who are better with prose than I am. I did get a new app on my phone for prompts. Between Daily Prompts on The Daily Post and the mobile app I thought I’d have plenty to keep the creativity flowing and keep the writers block at bay.
Although I’m doing NaNoWriMo Prep for next month, I had a couple of days where I opened up my PageFour program and went to set to finishing up on my character outlines and kept getting distracted. I had on the one hand made up my mind to do a paranormal thriller, third person POV and got absolutely nothing done regarding the character outlines. Continue reading
It turns out that earth is actually an insane asylum for the universe. Reality is that the continents’ borders of states and countries just give us all a false sense of sanity.
I really tried to sit and write without music this morning. I realize now that writing of any kind whether it’s fiction, creative or blogging I really can’t seem to focus without my playlists. I literally sit here staring at the screen, fingers hovered over the keyboard then then a sound grabs my attention and I’m off to figure out what it was and then an hour later forget what I was originally doing.
Little birdie in the sky
Dropped some whitewash
In your eye
You didn’t holler
You didn’t cry
You only wish a cow-flop could fly!
A daring little ditty my mom used to sing when she was a child and she had a daring and nostalgic moment last night! Thought it would be fitting to share.