On my drive this morning, I caught a hint of movement through the windshield. It was a flash of light at the edge my vision, all color and no shape. I pondered the possibilities of what I had seen. A raindrop perhaps? A coyote slinking off into the darkness? Gorlak come to fetch me? I thought we had an understanding, but nothing is certain when it comes to hell-demons. Each idea was more sinister than the last, but my journey continued and nothing further came of the disturbance.
It made me miss the days when I drove into the rising sun and how the beauty of those moments would inspire the words to shine within me. I couldn’t wait to get to a computer and transfer images, sentences, characters, lines to the screen. That urgency is gone now. Sure, I could write about the darkness surrounding my truck, the claustrophobia setting in, the madness that follows, but who wants to read about the demons I battle? Real or imagined. There is no inspiring light. There is only the struggle to keep my eyes open and the truck between the lines.
The kingdom is battling a cold this week, runny noses, sore throats, decreased energy, and confused thoughts. After safely making it to work I stared at the computer screen trying to force out the words that normally flow from mind to screen with little prompting, but for a long time there was nothing, and then there were only snippets, fragments of a sentences, partial ideas. Muddled, all of it. Yet, the need to write never went away. It is an addiction, a craving, a desire that cannot be ignored.
So, I filled the space with letters, grouped into words, then sentences and paragraphs, so that it might appease the writer. Of course, he can never be appeased, not truly, not fully. The writer is only ever temporarily satisfied.
And so I journey on. Searching. Seeking. Questing for the next idea he can twist for his purpose and abate his need.
Don’t mind me, I’m currently enjoying the perks of Sudafedrine coupled with Advil. I don’t bother with sending grammatical corrections for this one. I think I was jumping between tenses. I tried to fix that and am fairly certain I failed. So, yeah, I know…
Anyway, I have no idea if this post makes any sense. It is in response to this week’s Inspiration Monday writing challenge, and while I did use one of the prompt words, I’m not entirely sure it actual fits with the normal theme for responses. Also, I’m not sure I can complete a sentence right now without a few extra commas and a bunch of fragments that probably don’t need to be there for the purpose of the sentence…. Um, yeah, here’s the prompt:
There are none. Read the prompts, get inspired, write something. No word count minimum or maximum. You don’t have to include the exact prompt in your piece, and you can interpret the prompt(s) any way you like.
No really; I need rules!
Okay; write 200-500 words on the prompt of your choice. You may either use the prompt as the title of your piece or work it into the body of your piece. You must complete it before 6 pm CST on the Monday following this post.
UP THE DRAIN
THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD
Any of that jump out at you? I guess I’m in reading mode today since writing mode is currently missing. So, write a response, link it up, and publish it to keep me from posting something else today.