I wrote something this morning (besides this). It was actually the first time in a long time I wrote something – anything – creative. I hate every word of it; it’s cliche and derivative; it’ll probably never see the light of day, but I wrote it.
I woke up earlier than normal this morning. Usually I wake up to feed the dog at 7am and then go back to bed until around 9am when I get up for work. For whatever reason, the dog let me sleep until about 8am (I don’t set an alarm, we wake up on his schedule), and I didn’t feel like it was worthwhile to crawl back into bed.
And in that haze of half-sleep, this series of images came into my mind. They were visually appealing so I let my mind wander over them while I made coffee and Obie ate his breakfast. They started to congeal into a scene – cliche and derivative, like I said – and I started to sour on the idea of writing it down. So I checked my phone:
Oh, well then. So I wrote it down. Only 120 words, but something. And as my fingers tapped the keys, this faceless character in a disheveled black and white suit became “Jessie.” Jessie became a man. Jessie became a teenage girl. Jessie might actually be dead…
Well, shit, random headline. You were right.