My ol’ Dell computer bit the dust awhile back. It was running so slow, and last year I bought myself a little Chromebook that was on sale to attempt some writing projects, and I don’t mind it.
However, I’m borrowing Erik’s computer, and I’m in love with one thing: the wireless mouse.
I enrolled myself into the University of Hard Knocks a long time ago. Life can be difficult, but I think I excel in the following of courses: Making Your Situation Worse, Negative Attitude 101, Over-Analyze Everything, Nearly Cripple Yourself with Caring About What Everyone Thinks About You, and, my best subject, Destructive Self-Criticism (let’s just say this is my master’s program here).
I used to hardly drink soda. Maybe just on occasion when going out to dinner, or when I hit up one of the several fun soda places around that mixes flavors (among my favorites are Twisted Sugar and Fiiz). But still, I was able to resist grabbing one out of habit. It’s been more like a treat.
Happy Tuesday, everyone.
A brief description of how my writing life is going: I’m trying. Which is marginally better than not doing it at all. And I like this little story.
Enjoy!
Shout out to my husband for reading this short story before I posted it. Thanks, babe.
I haven’t been writing, but the other night I decided to just go for it. I typed the first two words without a single plan on what would happen and made myself keep going until I had something.
This isn’t brilliant, but it’s what I made, so I’m proud enough of it. And it gave me something to work on (and freak myself out with). Why every time I try to work up a short story, I make it like the first five minutes of Supernatural, I have no idea. Maybe because I like to leave open endings with scary stories and don’t have to come up with a complete resolution. Or maybe there’s something thrilling about trying to scare the stuffin’ out of myself in the shortest amount of time.
Anyway, without further ado, here’s At the Stream in the Woods:
For some reason, I’m usually cold. I get hot sometimes. Usually at night when I randomly wake up to find myself sweating under the sheets and comforter, or when I’m outside during the summer. I’m grateful for air conditioning, but right now it’s a bit too cold for me, and so I’m wrapped in a fuzzy blanket.
I’m getting married this Saturday. Holy smokes.
Life update: I’m happy
There I was, minding my own business while taking care of my business, and a bottle of Poo-Pourri decided to slip off the back of the toilet and smack me before hitting the ground. I jumped and frantically searched the floor. Even though my phone was securely in my pocket, I was convinced I’d find it on the tile, screen cracked. And then I saw my assailant, lying harmlessly in the corner of the stall.
I’m going to get married!
ASHTON WIDDISON 