It’s day 4, another non writing day. I read the prompts from the writing challenge. It asks if you knew the world was going to end in the next 24 hours, what would you do with the time you have left. Sadly, I realize that I wouldn’t use the time writing. So there’s that.
My dog snores, loudly. I find that odd. And I can’t nudge her to make her roll over. She doesn’t budge or skip a beat. I would record it for you if I felt like it.
I realize I don’t like writing unless I have a story, or an inspiration to write something. I have lots of writing prompts, even a book called, “1001 writing prompts.” I summarily dismiss them all. blah. Is 127 words enough to count as a writing for the day?
I have things brewing, I have stories to tell, I would just rather watch horrible tv on my free trial week of hulu.com. I can’t get into this. What’s next, what’s next, what’s next? Bed. is. next.
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