An Angry Place, cont...
"Where am I?"
"You shouldn't have come here." He hissed under his breath.
"What are you doing? What are you going to do to me?"
I felt the cat brush along my ankle.
"Shut up, just SHUT UP! I need to think."
I couldn't move my arms, he had duck taped them to the chair. I didn't know how long I'd been out for.
"THINK ABOUT UNFUC..."
I froze. I noticed the rope slung from the ceiling. The realization that I might need to be a little more diplomatic in the situation dawned on me as a cold chill went down my spine.
"Dave, are you okay?"
It was a stupid question. Of course he wasn't, but his answer surprised me.
"I'll be alright."
"What happened Dave?"
"I don't know, I don't fucking know. Why the fuck are you here? How did you get in?"
"Your landlady let me up, said she'd heard weird noises from the apartment, she was concerned."
"Nosy Bitch! For fuck sakes. You're trespassing you know. I didn't kill her. Why the fuck did you come back here?"
I could tell he was on edge. He sat opposite me beside the door. He had a cigarette in his hand and a crammed ashtray beside him. The room was mostly dark, some sort of blackout curtains over the windows with only a few streams of light getting past. Something was on the TV behind me judging by the lights being cast on the wall, but it was muted.
"Why couldn't you just stay away, why'd you come back here? Why the fuck are you here?'
He started to pace. We were in the living room. I silently wondered why there was no coffee table till I noticed its folded remnants propped beside the door.
Dave was a stocky guy, 5'9" about, 190 lbs. We'd been good friends in high school, but had drifted apart as people are apt to do. We'd moved to different cities and other than facebook would hardly be considered friends anymore. Yet a month ago I decided to cheap out on a hotel and couch surf.
Just one night, and it hadn't been awful. His wife seemed nice, a little shy.
artistic re-creation of writers face
The more I write, the more restricted I feel, burdened by the story before, and what once was joy, becomes a laborious bore. So I lay here a grand fuck it. A cop out. Had I built any like able characters? Had I simply tried to build scene study on scene study with dialogue?
I'd say I know what George railroad Martin must feel like, tied to finishing his masterpiece with neither the drive nor reason to do so. But my work and time invested is nowhere near his caliber or time invested.
So here is a limerick about a puppy.
There once was a dog named Bear
He had beautiful long curly hair
Until he went bald one day
Cause he decided to play
In the drawer where my wife kept her Nair.
Have a lovely day😁
Congrats on 1500. You are really doing way better than I was at these stats. So yeah... Don't forget about me when you are all famous and shit.
Either someone left or you're premature. No shame in being premature😂
Is it the beginning of a story or a character study? It drew me in, that's for sure.
I used to write more, fiction and studies etc, but the good thing about being a painter is I simply took my story ideas and made them into paintings, the editing is less stressful then red pen and 2nd drafts ;)
Keep writing!
You make truly lovely stories through your craft, mine would look like reservoir dogs stick men.
Well, now I want to see reservoir dog stick men, so you've gone and given yourself a challenge. :)
Challenge accepted😄
It's interesting to actually be able to watch someone lose their mind.
Dave or I? Trying to play both characters is a pain in the ass, especially when neither has great motivation or a destination.
I am happy you are writing again, even if it feels like pulling teeth. I am having the same anxiety over my creations. Why not work on a story that you think about repicking up? Something that has been rolling around in the old nogen for years and years. Don't you have a character long forgotten that you miss on a personal level?
To be honest I'm not harboring a lot of ideas or unfinished work, though my unrefined work is limitless😂 I write for the love of writing, so forcing anything shows through, I never get a rhythm or flow if I'm constrained to predetermined circumstances. I'm a fan of blank slates.
I am much more of a romantic than that. I fall in love with my characters until they become ingrained in my thought patterns. Like picking up a really good book and putting it down again and even years later you consider picking that book back up again, even when you have forgotten some of the plot at this point. My imagination should always rival that of TV and movies and books I have in my life at the time. My brain always wants to keep building.
There are others more creative than me, but I'm better at math than them, so it's okay😂
Math...yuk. I am good at visualizing equations, so I tend to get to the correct answer pretty fast. It drives my husband up the wall, because he is a pretty big math nerd. He hates that me, of all people, corrects him. Only stuff that has to do with finances though any of the fancy math stuff and I tend to start staring into space.
*than them
I would like to get into drafting someday and a lot of the 3D programs are quite mathematical.
I enjoyed reading the first part. Some times the motivation to write just isn't there. For me I make sure I make some progress in my story and push through it. Keep grinding it out and over time you'll accomplish your story and the next one you can indulge whim and fancy.
For me I have to write every day and one noticed that it gets easier to pump out words with ease.
I liked the easy description of the room and the blackout windows and the muted tv. It pulled me into the scene even though I had no context. Great section. It didn't show that you weren't motivated to write.
I was trying to build off last weeks post, but I've not planned it well. Good writers plan better. I wrote daily for years, trying to get into that with my current lifestyle is damn near impossible, but I have a new toy coming which may help.
Is it all fiction? It makes me a bit sad and remind me of my uncle and my sister. Have a nice Sunday, you bleedpet! =)
Yep, all fiction. Unfortunately the closest I could compare it to is reasoning with a toddler, and their never that maniacal.
good Post my dear friend!!
Glad you liked it
You love your work as a poetic writer. Good
really that your stories are pretty good
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I needed some time off to come up with more, have been working hard, and wanted to let my voting power build a bit. May release a new book today, seems a good day for it. No worries, still healthy😊
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Sorry I didn't get the time to release it, have a new toy coming tomorrow which should change my posting for the better.
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