Day 8 [Writing 101]

Wednesday. Lunch break. The day of the food market. The windswept passageways of the architectonic disaster also known as One New Change are flooded with hunters and gatherers. 15 minutes wait for a paella is not worth of my time. 15 minutes of waiting for anything is not worth of my time. The dog must have eaten his wristwatch; mine commands exact 12:46. Second date has ceased to be a romantic encounter for me and I start scripting a dump-fest in my head.

I spot him at the Portuguese stand being swallowed by the chorizo lovers. It would appear he has forgotten to sharpen his elbows today. He struggles to manoeuvre through the gaps; an elephant trapped in a glass labyrinth would be more elegant. 12:51 and I’m faced with a rumpled suit and sweat patches. His mouth is opening and closing so he must be vomiting an apology but I am distracted by the small drop trickling down his left cheek. It is almost at his chin. I don’t wait for it to fall.

 

Writing 101 – Day 8

 

Day 7 [Writing 101]

 

”Stop wiggling, would you?”

”Only if you get OFF MY BACK!’

”We have been over this zillion times already my dear. I am the head therefore am on the top.”

”Just because you are the head it doesn’t mean you get to choose!”

”Sure it does sweet cheeks. Of course butt like you could never understand this. Well it is not entirely surprising as you do not have a brain and therefore lack in th—”

”I’M NOT A BUTT – I AM A TAIL!’

”Tail, butt, ass – same difference”

”Did you just…you…how dare you…you, you…”

”Trouble expressing yourself?”

”Aaaargh. You are soooo….”

”Please honey,  calm down and go to sleep. Shall I sing something to you? And PLEASE stop the wiggling already.”

”That wasn’t me.”

”You’re the tail. You wiggle.”

”It wasn’t ME. It was him.”

”Oh.”

”I think we are going out.”

”You can’t think, you don’t hav—”

”Whatever. I’m right. We are going to fly. And maybe this time I will land on the top.”

”In your dreams.”

”He’s gonna flip it.”

”No he’s not and anyway brainless ass in charge? Not on my wa—”

”Here we goooo!”

‘—–aaaaaaatch!”

 

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Writing 101 – Day 7

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Day 4 [Writing 101]

I have lost many things, some of them of monetary value but I can’t think of one that would mean anything significant to me now. I had my heart broken and felt abandoned but I don’t wish to have any of those people back in my life. Sometimes I get lost on my way from point A to point B but for me it is an opportunity to unexpectedly discover new corners of the world.  Often I get lost in my head, losing track of time and touch with reality. Don’t even get me started on how many times I have lost the plot. I am losing memories, the good and the bad, but that is normal brain behaviour and I need to accommodate the new ones somewhere. I lost a competition and I lost a race but this only made me more determined and made me work harder.

Somehow I have never lost my keys or my ID. But I am losing my patience quite often. Usually followed by loss of temper. I would rather lose the keys but keep the cool head.

Day 3 [Writing 101]

If we could touch music, it would feel like water. Music is fluid. Circumstances. Influences. Emotions. Everything is flowing and changing. I can pick three songs that means something to me today. I can’t tell whether or not they will be figuring in the Top 3 of Eva’s music chart tomorrow.

 

Kosheen – Hungry

This is blast from the past. I had my music player on random and this song started playing. I immediately cancelled the shuffle and switched exclusively to the ‘Resist’ album. I haven’t listened to this for almost ten years. It feels good.

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Passenger – Let her go

I love this song. It’s subtle and powerful at the same time. The whole album ‘All the Little Lights’ is a revelation. Second favourite from the album is ‘I Hate’.

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Pearl Jam – Sirens

‘Lighting Bolt’ is not exactly ‘Ten’ or ‘Vs.” but Eddie Vedder and co are coming to the UK and I can’t wait!

The above list was composed while I was still at work, straight after I read today’s assignment. By the time I finished at the office, sweated in the gym, spent 30 minutes on the train, had dinner and started editing this post, the list looks like this:

 

Nickelback – Animals

This is one of my favourite running songs. I can have it on repeat for an hour and run and run and run. Another one is ‘Next Go Round’…I admit lyrically I have made some very interesting choices when it comes to running but they have a killer beat!

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OneRepublic – All We Are

I’m revisiting OneRepublic after hearing their new-ish song ‘Counting Stars’. I usually have this band in the background with several likeminded artists on shuffle play. It played when I was on the train reading and got stuck in my head.

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Kacey Musgraves – Follow Your Arrow

I don’t usually do country but this lady is spot on: ‘Say what you think, love who you love ’cause you just get so many trips ’round the sun.’

 

Writing 101 – Day 3

Day 2 [Writing 101]

My room is, for now, empty like a blank page. Just dark grey carpet and double door leading to the balcony. 9th floor guaranteers to partially reveal the Houses of Parliament and the London Eye. It is a perfect place to drink my morning coffee and spy on the St. Thomas hospital. Also to watch the New Year’s Eve fireworks if that’s your thing.

There is a built-in wardrobe (yay!). I can picture where my brand new IKEA bed with extra storage will go and the matching IKEA chest of drawers. All in white. That way the room will still remain a blank page, the furniture will simply form the lines. Only then I can start to write and edit, embellish, enhance.

Huge pink cushion? Check.

Fairy lights? Check.

Table lamp with buttons? Check.

Multicoloured & multi-paterned bed linen? Check.

Lime green wicker basket? Check.

Straightjacket? Probably needed.

Criminal investigation on a basis of violation of good taste? Pending.

 

Writing 101 – Day 2

Day 1 [Writing 101]

Prompt: Free-write for 20 minutes

I have realised I haven’t done this exercise in a while. Then I was reminded again when my fingers started cramping up after barely two pages. I filled five pages with immediate thoughts and random stuff. It was liberating but there isn’t much of a substance in it. That doesn’t mean it was pointless. The freedom that comes with ignoring the nudging self-contiousness, dismissing the urge to edit every single syllable and leaving the misspelled words at peace is what is unlocking the treasures inside us. No boundaries, no obstacles, just us.

Twist: Publish the result

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Writing 101 – Day 1