Monday, June 24, 2013

750 words plus a bit more.

   I know I haven't posted anything here for almost a year or so but I have still been writing. Bits and pieces, here and there but still it has been happening. I was introduced to a website called 750 words. It's where you sit and write anything you want to, no one can see it, and you attempt 750 words a day. [Click here if you want ] It doesn't have to make sense. You can rant or rave; anything you want. It feels lovely. It's not just that though, it also tells you your words per minute, the mood of your writing, most used words, introversion versus extroversion and a lot more. Anyway, I thought I would share what I wrote this evening.


Work always rejuvenates me. I'm not even sure I can explain it.
    I'm home now; finished my shift from 3 to 9 and got off just as the sun was setting. It was beautiful. The pinks and purples were really visible as I was driving home and I was thankful that it's not storming tonight.
    I'm sitting on our porch in the lovely night air now. The three candles that aren't meant to get rid of bugs are on the outskirts of the deck and I have the one that is meant to get rid of insects closer to me. Crickets are chirping. Cars are driving by and all is peaceful in my land of dancing flame and tapping keys. Fireflies are out and if I look up the stars peek out from behind a patchy cloud cover. How wonderful it is to be outdoors.
    I've already drank my tea and slathered my legs with the coconut oil that makes my itchy red hives lessen their affect on my senses.
    Grandma just popped her head out and has left a beam of light on the wood where the curtain no longer covers the sliding glass doors. She informed me that she found the information she was looking for on Antrhopology and jobs associated with it. I'm trying to decide what to do with my life.
    Travel really catches my eye these days. I want to go everywhere. Venice, Japan, England, Scotland, South Korea, they all sound marvelous.
    I fear the light from inside may be attracting bugs. I'll be right back.
    I got more tea. I've reused this teabag three times but it still seems to be good. I don't think I had ever really looked up anthropology before. It might be interesting. I added some peppermind to my coconut oil slather. I've heard that bugs don't like peppermint. I see lighting in the sky. I hope it doesn't start to rain. I'm quite enjoying my time out here.
    I caught up with Grandma more. I felt I should make it really clear that I wasn't mad at her and I felt bad for how I've been while she's been here. You see, I've been positively exhausted and I haven't had any time to relax. This causes me to be practically silent and not very friendly. Headaches, muscle pains, fatigue and nausea all don't contribute to a good hostess. I'm glad that I was able to have the time with her tonight while I'm feeling well though.
    I bought a song on itunes today. I almost never buy music but this one has been stuck in my head for a long time. It's called Radioactive but it's actually a cover of it by an accapella group and a wonderful violinist. Quite epic in the end. I blasted it on my way home from work and sung my lungs out like a happy lunatic.
    Hmm. I feel the bugs have come out even more. I wonder if I should pack up and move to my room. It's just so lovely outside and I've stayed indoors most of the other lovely days this past week!
    I was going to work on my new story but I keep getting distracted. It's not too late, no. I wanted to write here and describe my evening. I don't write about myself much lately. I suppose that's good in a way.
    Do you think I'll become a successful writer? I mean, I am a writer but will I ever be published do you think? I wish the arts and creative things were more treasured in society. What if everyone had to have an art degree of sorts to have a succesful job? Business degrees don't seem to have an ounce of creativity built in. I don't think I could do it. Four years of technical writing, math and economics? No, I can't say I could do it. I wish the arts paid.
    I dream of a world where people were looked up to for expressing their true selves and exploring the world we live in to find more of it. There is so much to learn and so much to communicate. Why do creative people get written off while the mathematicians and scientists are labeled geniuses?
    Ah well, this is the world I live in. ' Better get used to it right?

SONG OF THE DAY: Radioactive
MEALS EATEN: One and a half or so
MOOD: Satisfied

There it is interwebz,
Melina Rose

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