Day 25 – Scratch that!

Like most of these posts, I’ve once again left this until the last moment to do, and therefore are scrambling for ideas and frantically typing away to meet the word count.

I have had plenty of ideas, but everytime I start typing, I have “Scratched it” by deleting the whole thing and starting over… super annoying now that I now have less time and nothing done instead of an unfinished post, but alas here we are.

Since I really can’t think of something, here is a short bullet list of the ideas I have scratched out so far:

  • The daily prompt: Tether – Was going to write about the “Tethers of my world” but it was extremely uninspired and dull. Basically a rehash of Maslow’s hierarchy of needs
  • Finishing the Snacks post – I barely have time to type up this one! Ain’t nobody got time to finish that incredibly long post and find pics etc
  • Quick fire questions – I feel its too soon since the last one… Probably an irrational fear but hey, most my life is full of them, why stop now?
  • My Ultimate book recommendation list – In short, the 5 books I would recommend to anyone I would ever meet. Still might do this in the future, but adjusting it right now, adding some books, taking some off etc.
  • IB-isms – Aka. “Things IB Alumni do”. Most fitting since the IB scores just came out, but I am running out of time, and only had 2 or 3 really good ones off the top of my head
  • Infographic – Work in process, saving til day 30 😛

I should mention that with all of these, I had started typing the post out before getting rid of them… why do I do this to myself -.-”’

I sometimes do this in exam essays, which basically means I end up shooting myself in the foot by wasting time on something that I just scratch out in the end, meaning that the the frantically written thing I end up submitting usually is poorer quality than had I just left the original one XP

So yeah, instead of a decent post, you got all of the could have been’s.

Sorry about that, hopefully something more inspired will show up soon!

Basically this is me right now:

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Calvin and Hobbes – May 21, 1992 (Sources: 1 & 2 )

Except my problem is the doing bit that requires the panic, not the ideas bit.

Well, that was a bit of an odd post.

See you later!

Rebecca

Day 18 – 30 Minute Story #1

Since I am hitting writers block right now,  I decided to do something a bit different.

I have a semi-randomly generated “First Line” writing prompt (from Pantomimepony HERE), a timer for 30 minutes and I will try my best to write a coherent story with it.

Also no back button or editing, just pure writing since I am once again running low on time.

Think of it as the “Yes, and then…” improv method from drama.

So let’s do this!


The day my Mother was kidnapped, we ran away.

That move , strangely enough, turned out to be pretty darn terrible for me for me.

You see, the thing they don’t warn you in school about being a internationally wanted fugitive is that unlike walking or blending in with a crowd, running catches the eye.

Running is alarming, it causes people to turn around, to curse you out, and most fatal of all… stare. Look. Remember the features of that coffee brown and electric blue haired, wisp of a girl who is wearing a black wool coat run, somewhat clumsily, through the crowded train stations.

Rule one of my guide to evading a government who is hell bent on catching and arresting you: Don’t run.

Well, that is, if I live long enough to write it down somewhere.

Of course then they would just use my handwriting, compare it with those writing samples the government collected of us in kindergarten, and track my every move through even the darkest alleys of the city.

Fingerprint tracking was a thing of past, what with the rise of surgery and removal of that once vital part of the forensic polices arsenal. My protests against  removal of mine when I had the chance 10 years ago, like much of the advice my Mother gave me but threw a fit about at the time, is advice I wish I had listened to, and something that need to apologise for in the future. If I see her again….

Again, I say “Mother” but in this town, nothing is that simple. It’s complicated….

So now I’m stuck, on the run, with no plan of actions, no allies to help me and a backpack with a water bottle, a sleeping bag, a small knife… oh yeah, and my Mother’s diary containing all her research.

Yup. I’m dead.


So yeah…. that is a really rough, not even first draft of a sorta short story?? Putting that no backspace requirement is a lot harder than I thought…

Also I did waste a lot of time just sitting and thinking what to write, so this wasn’t really 30 minutes of work, more like 20 ish with 10+ devoted to thinking… what the heck did I get myself into????

Still though, there are some good things in it, I’ll probably revisit it later with a more polished draft or carry on the story with more stuff.

Perhaps I should do more of these in the future, since it was quite fun (albeit stressful) to write. Maybe then I can compare my 30 minute speed creative writing skills over time or something

But that’s it for now!

Rebecca

P.s. For future me’s records, I visited my secondary school today with a close friend. Also 3.8 GPA for this sem!!! (though with a B- in Ecology because of a stupid fish essay. Sad bubbles)