I cannot find a reason for this; things float in vast clouds around my head, settle, invade all my kingdoms, spread alarm, confusion and pleasure, arouse, inflame, inspire, exalt and, above all things, cry loudly, piercingly. Ink, ink. Give us ink!
Ink, pen and paper seem the greatest necessities of my existence. I could go without food, without friends, without home or books, but without ink and paper, I should die
Anäis Nin, The Early Diary of Anäis Nin, Volume Two
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Argyria (A 200-Word Drabble)
So I’m dipping my toes into science fiction with Wattpad @sciencefiction’s challenge of writing a 200-word drabble (hence, a duoabble) that involves a teen-ager and an alien life form in 200 words, no more, no less.
Dear Diary,
I made a new friend today. Her name is Argyria, though I only named her that because her real name was too hard to pronounce it was ridiculous. Oh, and she’s got blue skin, like those people who spent too much time around silver, though I think it’s pretty awesome. I call her Argy.
And she’s new. Her family arrived that one night the sky lit up and the whole world showed up in our little town to ask if we saw anything (we didn’t). So when the lights disappeared, they did, too. Anyway, everything’s back to normal in Nowhere Town. Population: 500.
Argy says, make that 501.
She’s all Goth, too, like me, and she wears the coolest all-black contact lenses that look way too real to be contacts, so not like the ones I wore for Halloween that sent me to the ER. That’s what I get for buying cheap stuff online, so now I need to know where she buys hers from.
Oh, and she invited me to her house tonight for a welcome party for some Chosen One or something. It sure sounds pretty awesome and I can’t wait to check it out. Laters.
Do I Have To Stick To A Schedule?
Describe a typical day in your life — but do it in a form or in a medium you’ve rarely — if ever – used before. If you’re a photoblogger, write a poem. If you’re a poet, write an open letter. If you’re a travel blogger, write a rant.
Dearest Cousin,
There’s a force to be reckoned with in my life that has succeeded in turning my already crazy world into something even more crazy. I don’t know how you do it with your five kids – or is it six? – but the one that I have now is driving me absolutely nuts. I’ve been told that it’s best to put him on a schedule and that idea alone – putting ME on a schedule with him so he can actually have a schedule – stresses the crap out of me.
I thrive best without a schedule – I really do. But if I have to put the little munchkin on a schedule, I guess I’ll have to do it, and whether or not I’ve got to grit my teeth to do it, I guess that comes with the territory of being a mother.
So far, this has been the plan, and just to let you know -it’s also the first week of summer vacation so my grays roots are already showing, and it’s only 7 a.m. (My hair stylist is not answering the phone. Crapshoot.)
Honestly, how do you do it?
8 am – I’m awake. I really am, and the little one, well, he’s still asleep, conked out because he stayed up late. But I shall take advantage of this quiet hour before he wakes up to have some coffee. Even better, the hubby has gone to the store to pick up a cup of coffee for me and even some banana nut bread. P.S. The little terror is still asleep.
9 am – The hubby is painting the fence. It’s on his To-Do list and as long as I get my peace and quiet while I have my coffee, all is well with the world.
10 am – The little terror is awake. But I have lulled him to silence with a bowl of Cheerios and the iPad. I know, I know, I shouldn’t give him the iPad, but what’s a writer to do? I’m already at 96K words and do you know how difficult it is to tie loose ends and get this thing edited for publication? Oh wait, I forgot – you’re not a writer. You’re raising five kids – or is it six? You. Are. SuperMom. And clearly I am not.
11 am – The little terror spilled the Cheerios. I can’t wait for the Hubby to get done painting the fence. Unfortunately it’s only the white paint thing, not the actual color. I guess that’s tomorrow.
12 noon – The hubby cannot wait till we’re out of the house so he gets his peace and quiet. I can’t wait to drop the terror at the day care for the five hours of work I need to do – which also gives me some peace and quiet.
6 pm – Picked up the little terror – and saw him push three – THREE – children out of the way. No more iPad for him from here on, the little shit.
7 pm – Gotta hand the kid over to the hubby because I am done. Apparently, I have this Daily Prompt I need to do. But first – coffee.
10 pm – Wait. Wasn’t I supposed to stick to a schedule for the little one. Oh well, maybe tomorrow.
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