Goodnight World
You are not going to believe how many times I just type-ctrl a-deleted. I don't know what to say and I am getting sleepy. But for some reason I want to have something written down before I hit the hay, so to speak. And since I had read somewhere that drowsiness (or drunkenness) brings on creativity because it forces you to take note of everything rather than focusing on one thing; let's try to see if I can come up with something creative, one more time tonight. That was a legitimate article by the way, they did a study on college students... for reals.
So... what? a story? Let's see if I can make up a story...
It was raining and it was cold. He'd walked into his fourth puddle tonight and his socks were soaked. The back of his jacket was soaked too, "what the hell's this umbrella for..." he wondered out loud but didn't dare fold it. He was only about two blocks away now, no sense in turning back, not in this weather. He figured there would atleast be a towel for him, when he got there.
Where the hell's he going? I don't even know. Ok maybe I can't make up a story right now. Stories do tend to take on a life of their own and I don't know if I can really control that or drive that. I've never been much of a writer anyhow, I just speak good english. But maybe I'll treat it like a prompt or something. I'll add a few more sentences day by day maybe. It'll be like a little project. That'll be fun maybe. We'll see if I don't... lose interest. Or it'll be lame when it's finished, or very short, or both. Eitherway I guess it's a good way to 'keep the juices flowing'.
Well what do you know? I came up with something sort of creative after all.
I'll see y'all in the morning!
So... what? a story? Let's see if I can make up a story...
It was raining and it was cold. He'd walked into his fourth puddle tonight and his socks were soaked. The back of his jacket was soaked too, "what the hell's this umbrella for..." he wondered out loud but didn't dare fold it. He was only about two blocks away now, no sense in turning back, not in this weather. He figured there would atleast be a towel for him, when he got there.
Where the hell's he going? I don't even know. Ok maybe I can't make up a story right now. Stories do tend to take on a life of their own and I don't know if I can really control that or drive that. I've never been much of a writer anyhow, I just speak good english. But maybe I'll treat it like a prompt or something. I'll add a few more sentences day by day maybe. It'll be like a little project. That'll be fun maybe. We'll see if I don't... lose interest. Or it'll be lame when it's finished, or very short, or both. Eitherway I guess it's a good way to 'keep the juices flowing'.
Well what do you know? I came up with something sort of creative after all.
I'll see y'all in the morning!