Life Happens

So, my 90 day writing project did a little faceplant. And that’s ok. I may try to regroup. I may not. I will continue my experiments honestly and learn along the way.

Go me!!

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Very long day. No time for writing prompt. Relationship with my peeps comes first.

Take care.

31/90

Writing Prompt 01

One third of the way through this challenge. So far so good. I’ve thought it might be easier if I have a writing prompt of some kind. I haven’t attempted to write fiction since I was a kid. I wrote stories about Bedouins in the desert finding underground cities. I wrote stories for the VaLun detective agency. But never as an adult. I think it scares me.

So, I’m going to try it!

I found a list of writing prompts for 53 days. I have 60 days left, so let’s see where this goes!


Hidden away on the inside of the jacket was a little zippered pocket. She was glad it was there. No one knew with the press of a tiny button, all this could change.

She walked along the sidewalk, pulled her shoulders back, and tried to look like she knew where she was headed. She had to pay attention to where she stepped, though, as it was obvious the residents of this particular neighborhood had no homeowner’s association to enforce cleanup after their pets.

Only two more blocks, and she figured be in the clear.

Sarah knew this wasn’t the last of her involvement with the Time Cops. She’d seen it already, but that hadn’t stopped her from trying so far. Only two more weeks and she’d be at the end of her contract, and she could settle down and have a normal, linear life. Of course, “weeks” was a totally relative term measured only by the TimeLog in her jacket. Should she get out of range and wait it out? Or push the button and run?

Take care.
30/90

One of the biggest challenges I have when staying in the present moment is the habit of dealing with a stressor by taking a quick hit of social media.

I want to step away from these unhealthy coping mechanisms, but still find a way to adapt and adjust to life as it is, without compulsive escapism.

Where is the line between taking time to do something I enjoy, and using forms of entertainment to escape? Is escape bad? What makes something healthy or unhealthy? Can it be identified by how I feel when discontinuing the activity? Healthy things refresh me and I can stop them easily, whereas unhealthy things make me feel hungover and guilty when I stop because I should have been doing something productive?

I’ll have to mull on that one some more.

Take care.

29/90

Starting to feel the rise of action building up inside. Happens when I “let shit go” for what feels like too long and I need to push in a cohesive direction.

I’m interested to see where it goes. Been listening to a lot of Byron Katie today – old youtube videos. Really good stuff.

I don’t know whether this writing experiment is helping or not. I can’t say that I’ve really triggered any special writing modes by doing it, but there’s something to be said for sticking with it. I’m almost ready to shift back to the main blog for the tracking of my Experiments. This being one of them (90 day writing).

Another thing I’m doing is going to bed on time tonight. Here’s hoping a actually fall asleep at a decent time!

Take care.
28/90

World around us getting worse. Politics are stupid. Politicians are unbelievable. Life is a bit strained. Weather is weird. Snow. Fog. 40 degree spikes and drops. Thunderstorms.

Present moment is the only relief.

Good life. My guys are the best. I am blessed. The rest…is what it is.

Take care.
27/90