Simon sits at the window. Verne takes the seat beside him, grocery bag in hand.
Verne: (to bag, soothingly) That’s a nice chicken. (looks sideways at Simon and turns back to bag) I’m going to take you home and eat you all up. (looks sideways at Simon)
Simon smiles.
Verne:(to Simon) What? Haven’t you ever seen anyone talk to their food?
Simon: No, it’s okay! I talk to my food all the time.
Verne: Do you like the wings too?
Simon:(shakes head) I’m more of a leg man, myself. Maybe the occasional finger.
John: Hey, have I told you what happened since the last time I talked to you?
Me: No … I haven’t talked to you since the last time I talked to you …
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Posts, of the blogging kind, can be very difficult to come up with. What do you talk about that hasn’t already been talked about? It’s really why I came up with this prompt (SoCS) in the first place. Because I wanted to be able to write … whatever. And the best way I’ve found to do that is to write by the seat of my pants, whatever comes to mind.
But there are times when I have just way too much going on in my head. I need to be relaxed when I write, not have a storm of accumulating cotton balls floating around between my ears. That’s really what it feels like. They accumulate and then they clog the path to output until I’m ready to explode. Yet nothing that comes out makes any sense. Can you tell I’m kinda there already? Haha.
Distractions don’t help either.
Nor do the little gems I want to publish that I want even more to save for something like One-Liner Wednesday (I have two lined up already), or to keep for a post when I have time to sit down and really do a good job on it. As opposed to what I’m doing here.
Hey! They put tartar sauce on my Filet-O-Fish tonight!
See what I mean?
I think it’s a matter of practice, too. (Not putting tartar sauce on a sandwich–I’m back to talking about posts again. Keep up! Hahahaha. Yeah, good luck with that.) When I post a lot, say during a prompt month like January (Just Jot It) and April (A-Z), I have no problems coming up with something to write. Blogging depends on momentum. Or at least the ease of it does. In my experience at least.
Drommen sits at the window. Phillipa takes the seat beside him.
Drommen: It’s you again!
Phillipa: Well look at that; so it is.
Drommen: I think I’m ready this time.
Phillipa: To masturbate for me? Isn’t that lovely.
Drommen opens his trenchcoat.
Phillipa:(pulls an apple out of her bag and takes a big juicy bite) You know, I’ve never done this before. (wipes juice off her chin) Is it going to be messy?
Drommen: (watching her) Errr …
Phillipa: Because I have tissues in here somewhere. (digs in her purse and pulls out a pair of panties) Can you hold this for me?
Drommen takes them.
Phillipa: I had to take those off earlier today. I’m going commando right now.
Drommen: Uh huh.
Phillipa: They were just so wet … I get very excited, just spontaneously. You might not be the only one who needs a tissue here.
Drommen: Uh huh.
Phillipa: Oh here they are. (pulls out a package of tissues and holds her hand out) Can I have those back now.
Drommen: Sure.
Phillipa: Okie dokie. Whip it out, and let’s get started.
Farmer Brown sits at the window. Drew takes the seat beside him.
Drew: Nice cowboy boots you got there.
Farmer Brown: Thanks. I got these when I got my horse. She died just yesterday.
Drew: No!
Farmer Brown: (shrugs) It happens.
Drew: That’s true. It’s a funny life we have here on this green earth. Here one day, gone the next. It’s fleeting, and yet we take it for granted. One day each and every one of us will be forgotten. Still, I’m sorry for your loss. So what will you do now?
