02.23.16 – End of Day Notes

What I did today: I stayed up until the wee hours of the morning. Just couldn’t sleep. I did a lot of my writing and scheduled them. My thought was this would give me an opportunity to have more time to read emails today. And then I went to bed around 5 am.

It was nearing noon before I got back out of bed. I’d been having a difficult time sussing out my horror story for the day.  In fact, I’d been working on it for nearly three days. Nothing seemed to be working out. My thought processes were so fogged. I slept on it and when I awakened today at noon, the ending to the story hit me. Now I just needed to piece it together. The piecing together took nearly an hour. Of all of the stories that I have written so far this month, this one was the most difficult for me to write. And now, I just realized that I have only 6 more days, 6 more stories and my month of Horror will be over. Seems a bit bittersweet.

I spent a great deal of time doing research on the Film Noir story I will be doing in March. Tonight I will be watching Citizen Kane for research.

Anyway, so my plans to make it through a ton of emails today just never happened. I think I’ve only made it through 5 or 6. You see, I have most everyone set on weekly schedules and some of those I follow are prolific writers. I don’t want to miss a single one of their posts. And so I read and comment and tweet. It is a slow process, but I wouldn’t exchange it for the world. So my dear darlings, I am still on the week of the 15th which means posts from the 8th-15th. I promise eventually I will catch up.

What I learned today: My dad shared some interesting stories with me from his working days early this morning. I always knew he was a hard worker, but I gained a new perspective on him as a result.  Also, if my back didn’t hurt so badly, I would get more work done.

What I am most proud of today: Instead of giving up on that prompt, I keep working it out in my head. Years ago, I would have just said “Fuck it” and tossed it aside. I am proud of the story I wrote today though because it was from shear determination.

What did you do today? Learn any lessons? Have a reason to be proud? Share your thoughts with me in the comments!

The Sandbox Writing Challenge #28 — Can You See Me?


This week’s challenge is Do you see something of yourself in this little child? If so, what?


I’ve been no better than trash
mindlessly tossed away – forgotten

Mother, how I begged
for your attention
craved it
but you couldn’t be bothered
you tossed me aside – abandoned

Oh how I loved you
worked so hard to please you
gave up my youth
to be by your side
you tossed me out – homeless

Did our friendship
mean more to me than you?
I devoted my time to you
gave you every piece of me
but you too tossed me away – crushed

Our marriage was built on lies
no deep love to be found
I was a doormat
a battleground of abuse
left out in the cold – tossed away.

Now to pick myself up
toss you all out of memory – trashed

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