So I’ve joined the Writing 101 program that’s part of Blogging U. on WordPress’ The Daily Post. As part of the program, I’ll get a new prompt every weekday that I can spend fifteen or twenty minutes on. Although registration is closed, they post the new assignments daily so you can follow along. This is the assignment for Day 1: “Today, take twenty minutes to free write. And don’t think about what you’ll write. Just write. And for your first twist? Publish this stream-of-consciousness post on your blog.”
Well, okay. I’m not quite sure what I should write about yet, but I’m sure I’ll find something. The chair I’m sitting in is soft and cushy, slightly bouncy, not at all like the one at home. There’s music playing in the background, a smooth kind of country song. I really hate country music, but this song doesn’t seem all that bad. Interesting. Maybe I’m developing a taste for country music… I wonder. There are sounds all around me that you would never think to notice; the creaking of a door opening, the distinct jingle of keys, the slow hum of voices in the background. Then deeper, to the second layer, the air conditioning circulating air around the room and the wind whistling through the branches of still-bare trees outside. I can’t help but to think that maybe Im not meant to be here. What if I was somewhere else right now? What if I was in Paris or Milan or, who knows, maybe my deepest desire is really to go to some small, unknown village in Romania where I’ll meet these wonderful people who convince me to live there and become part of their family. Then maybe, after almost a year, they feel that they can trust me enough and they reveal to me that they’re werewolves. Although, I suppose vampires would be more fitting. It is Romania, after all. I wonder if I’d be afraid if that happened. Who knows? Maybe that’s my wish, to go to a foreign country and discover that the supernatural really do exist. Somehow, I don’t think I would mind if I found out. There would be that initial shock and then it would hit me: wow, these people can actually transform. I would probably think ‘I want to do that too…” Yes, I’m crazy. I know. But what if they really don’t exist? I’m asking a lot of ‘what if’s’ today. Just this morning, I was asking myself, ‘what if I wasn’t meant to be a person?’ What if I’m just taking up this extra space on Earth, breathing all of this air that was meant for someone else and I somehow ended up here in their place? Maybe that person would have been the one who finds the cure to cancer and I’m just a measly substitute. But who knows? Maybe I’ll find a hidden passion for oncology and I can be the one who finds a cure to cancer. The world is full of possibility, after all. Why do we say that? We should really be saying, you can give yourself these possibilities. The world is vast and seemingly never-ending, but those who actually accomplish notable feats don’t just happen to stumble across them one day while following the yellow brick road. They’ve discovered something that they love so much that they want to know more than anyone in the world knows at that time. They want to invent something or innovate something that can change our world as we know it and that will blow our minds to the point of no return. These people are our scientific, mathematical, literary, historical, geographical, linguistic deities. They are the ones who have the determination and grit and willpower to strive beyond anything that mankind has discovered or inferred. Wow, this is getting really deep. Maybe I should move on now. I wonder what else I can ramble on about. There’s this coffee cup sitting on the table next to me with a wonderfully orange-red, rust color and a rich chocolate brown on the inside. Both coffee and chocolate originally came from the Latin Americas, so all those who hail caffeine and sweets, you have them to thank. I can’t really say that I love either, though. Coffee is positively horrible to me; the bitter taste is terribly unsavory and it has some awful side effects that I don’t even want to have the possibility of contracting. Hot chocolate, though, that I enjoy. I’ve always wanted to try spicy hot chocolate, the way they make it in Mexico. I’ve heard it’s absolutely delicious. And… I can’t stop sneezing right now. Seriously, the spring season is killing me. This is why I’ve always loved the winter: cold temperatures, rain, snow, and no allergies. Summer is always stiflingly hot which I absolutely cannot stand, and, well, I guess fall is actually okay. I don’t like it’s indecisive nature, though. Like, is it hot, or is it cold? Do I wear shorts or pants? Sweater or jacket? Long sleeves or short sleeves? Flip flops or tennis shoes? Then my outfit is ruined because that one jacket that actually works with the temperature is either lost in the mess that is my bedroom or in the laundry. I really need to clean my room. There’s a never-ending pile of clothes on my armchair that I can never seem to find anything in and stacks and stacks of papers on the ground that I’m always tripping over. I don’t know what happened to me, I always used to be such a neat person. I blame high school. It’s ruined me. The amount of work we have is absolutely insane and terrible and stressful and causes everyone to get less and less sleep as the weeks go by. Especially right now, we just had spring break and we won’t have another break until the end of May. Lucky us. Not. I can’t wait until college. I’m probably going to think I was insane when I get to college for saying that because that’s exactly what happened with high school, but at least in college I’ll get to eat all of the mac and cheese I want to make up for that. I had the best mac and cheese today from this restaurant downtown; it was absolutely delicious. It was fresh and hot, too, and I got it no more than five or six minutes after I ordered it. Shoutout to the mac and cheese, thanks for giving me a great meal. Have a nice time digesting.
Prompt from: Writing 101 | Day 1