And Day Four

I watched reruns of Lost all night.

It’s sort of research for one of my writing projects, but really I just had an icky day at work and I have to do a sleep study tomorrow so I was mostly just goofing off.

I was ready to meh my hundred day challenge for the day, but Jason told me I was not too tired to post a blog.

And here it issszzzzzzzzzzzz

It’s Only the Third Day

This is the third day of my one hundred day challenge.

The challenge is supposed to be “post a blog or write for an hour every day,” but already it’s turning into a “blog every damn day” challenge because I can’t seem to set aside an entire hour in a day to work on a writing project but I can squeeze out fifteen minutes for a blog post.

And that’s why I wanted to do this challenge–to make writing a priority.

Jokes on me!

No, no, no. Just the third day, I can still do this.

I bought Scrivener not too long ago and I’m scared of it. I’ve been watching tips ‘n tricks videos on YouTube and am slowly going through the tutorial. But I’m still scared of it.

Or I’m just making excuses.

Tomorrow will tell.

Short Story Exercise: Change Diapers

(Using the book The Playful Way to Serious Writing [Amazon affiliate link], I set a timer for ten minutes and wrote a short story relating to the phrase “change diapers.” Edited a smidgen after the fact.)

 

Tara slowly adjusted her position in the seat. She couldn’t put it off any longer.

She checked the rearview mirror, set the suburban’s cruise control and carefully unbuckled her seat belt. A peak into the backseat reassured her that Brad was still asleep.

Tara slipped her hand under the skirt’s waistband and tugged at the straps. The thin cotton ripped open easily enough. She grimaced as a pungent odor tickled her nose, but this was no time to be squeamish. She planted her feet on the floor and raised her hips.

Holding the wheel with one hand, Tara slowly pulled the soiled diaper down until it cleared the hem of her skirt. She coughed against the stench, then lowered her window, and tossed her burden out. Grabbing a fresh diaper from the pile in passenger seat, she stole a glance into the back.

By some miracle, Brad was still asleep.

Unfortunately, flashing blue lights were coming up behind her and fast. Tara shoved the new diaper between her butt and the seat, sat down, and stomped her foot on the accelerator causing the suburban to roar in protest.

“What is that smell?” Brad said, his voice muffled with sleep.

“I think I hit a skunk,” she replied, her eyes trained on the rearview mirror.

Brad took in his surroundings and sat up straight. “Where are we? What am I doing here? Where’s Jessica?!”

“Don’t worry, baby, everything is going to be fine,” Tara sang out, tears stinging her eyes. “It’s just you and me now!”

She could hear the sirens. In her mirror she saw at least three state troopers closing in behind them, and still more coming from the opposite direction.

“Stop the car, right now!” Brad roared, yanking at the rope tied around his ankles. “Let me out now, you psychotic bitch!”

I love you!” Tara screamed as she yanked the wheel to the right.

 


Like I said, ten minutes to write a story.

And that’s what you get.

My 100 Day Challenge

April 1 to June 30 is 100 days. There are lots of hundred day challenges floating around the internet, and they don’t necessarily start April 1. Most of them are about fitness goals.

I have fitness goals. But I’m stuck with this body until I die, so any fitness thing I decide to do needs to be more long term than a few months. I did a crash diet once, and it worked, and then the pounds came back, and they brought some friends with them. Dammit.

So instead I chose a writing goal. Every day from today through June 30, I will either post a blog or spend an hour writing. And if I were a gambler, I’d bet the lot that I don’t do it. I’m a tad flaky when it comes to self-imposed challenges.

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Me: I want to write a book!

NaNoWriMo: Here’s a month long challenge to write 50k words, and here’s message boards and moderators and adorable merchandise to help you!

Me after day one: Yeah, I’m not doing that.

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Me: I want to read nonstop for 24 hours!

Me at hour zero: Whatever, I think I’ll just watch YouTube crap all day.

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It’s pretty frustrating to know about all of the things that I honestly want to do, knowing that life is short, and still knowing that I am the biggest obstacle to me achieving my own goals. I had a birthday recently. Forty is getting closer, but I still don’t think I’ve really started acting like an adult.

I want to write. So, I’m going to write. That’s how adult-ing works, yeah?