Day 59: First Light

Remember yesterday, when you wrote down the first thought you had this morning? Great. Now write a post about it.

As I mentioned yesterday, last night was the youth group overnighter. And, despite what I said previously, I did actually get about three hours sleep (which was three hours more than what most people got).

I am now sick with a horrible cold and extremely tired.

But the fact that I went to sleep means that I had a first thought when I woke up. I didn’t write it down, but I know that my first coherent thought was “what’s the time?” or something along those lines.

The time was about 7:30, in case you were wondering.

So. Time. It’s really weird when you think about it. If you think about it literally, then life is just made up of decisions on how you are going to use your time. That’s weird.

Do you know what else is weird? My brain’s perception of time. When I can’t hear a clock ticking, or when I’m not looking at a clock, I have absolutely no perception of time. For example, we have a watch in the bathroom (my brother’s watch strap broke but it still works so he left it in there). When I’m drying my hair, to me it seems like it is taking 20 or 30 seconds. But when I look at the watch, I see that 2+ minutes have passed. That’s so weird.

One day, someone literally decided how time was going to be split up. I don’t know if that was God or not, but someone, somewhere, created units of time. Before then, there was still time, it just couldn’t be measured.

To be honest, talking about time weirds me out. So I’m going to stop there. Also, it is time for me to go to bed.

See what I did there? No? OK.


Day 58: Comedy of Errors (& Day 47: The Clock)

For the first time, I am not doing this at home. I am at school, in the library, because I won’t have time to do this tonight. It feels weird.

Murphy’s Law says, “Anything that can go wrong will go wrong.” Write about a time everything did — fiction encouraged here, too!
Bonus assignment: do you keep a notebook next to your bed? Good. Tomorrow morning, jot down the first thought you have upon waking, whether or not it’s coherent.

About the bonus assignment, I don’t know how that is going to work out, since I’m going to a youth group overnighter tonight and we aren’t planning on sleeping. Which therefore means I won’t be waking up. But I’ll figure something out.

The prompt reminds me of a book that I read called Ready or Not by Chautona Havig, in the Aggie’s Inheritance series. Basically, a fresh-out-of-college girl inherits her sister’s eight children, and part of it talks about Murphy’s Law, because everything seems to be going wrong. It is such a funny book.

I think I’m going to try and kill two birds with one stone here (in your face clichés!) and do that catch up post. Because the prompt for that one is:

Write about anything you’d like. Somewhere in your post, include the sentence, “I heard the car door slam, and immediately looked at the clock.”

I’m sure I can work that in somewhere.

I think I’ll write about Erin again, from Day 24.

Today was a horrible day. The absolute worst. Nothing went right. But I should probably start at the very beginning, because, as Maria says, that’s the very best place to start.

Three weeks ago, there was a horrible accident. My ex-husband and youngest daughter were killed on their way to pick up my older daughter from school. I hadn’t seen my daughters in months, because I had been declared “mentally unfit” to be a mother, or something along those lines.

Enough backstory. I don’t want to talk about that anymore.

So today was the day that the social workers or whoever were coming to assess whether or not I was capable of raising my daughter. And everything went wrong.

I woke up to water dripping on my face. The roof was leaking again. I got up, had a (cold) shower, and got ready for the day. Upon entering the kitchen, I realized that the power still hasn’t come back on after the storm yesterday, and the milk was beginning to curdle. Things just went downhill from there.

The sheep escaped. While I was trying to fix the fence, the pot of soup that I had left boiling on the stove (after I managed to get the power back on) boiled over. I managed to clean that up without any mishaps, but I knocked my coffee over as I was putting the mop away and had to clean all over again.

While I was getting changed out of my coffee-stained clothes, I thought I heard a car, but decided that it was probably the generator. After all, I still had so many things to do before they came.

I was wrong about the time. I heard the car door slam, and immediately looked at the clock. Nope, I had just wasted the morning away doing useless repair jobs, and they were already here.

I won’t tell you how that meeting went. Let’s just say that spilled coffee was the least of my worries.

Needless to say, I did not gain custody of my daughter. She will be placed into the foster care system, and the situation will be reviewed in a year or so.

I’m not mentally unfit to be a mother. I just need a house that isn’t falling to pieces and a chance to prove myself as a mother, something I’ve never had. I didn’t even get to see my daughter. They kept her away from me because they wanted to make the transition easier.

But what about me? What am I supposed to do? There’s no concern for how I feel about the situation. I just want my daughter back!

Poor Erin. But yay me! That post was full of awesomeness in relation to ticking things off my list (although maybe the actual writing could’ve been better).

Day 57: Happily Ever After

This one is going to be deep.

“And they lived happily ever after.” Think about this line for a few minutes. Are you living happily ever after? If not, what will it take for you to get there?

Basically, what this question is asking is if I’m happy with my life.

To be honest, I’m not totally sure.

We’re going to get a bit deep here. This time two years ago, or even just one, I had quite bad depression. I was never diagnosed, but some things, you just know. Trust me. Compared to then, I’m doing OK. The depressing thoughts have been gone for quite a while, and when they do come back, they don’t last for months at a time like they used to.

But I don’t think that I am completely satisfied yet.

You see, as I have previously mentioned, I am a Christian. But my relationship with God isn’t really the strongest. I know what I believe, and I am strong in those beliefs. I just find it hard to connect with God a lot of the time.

So, for me to say I was living happily ever after, I would want my relationship with God to be stronger. I would also want to be a better person, because honestly, I really dislike myself and my short temper. I would also want to be happier with myself and who I am.

I’ve made progress, but I’m not there yet. Whether or not I ever will be is unknown. I hope that one day I can honestly say that I am happy with my life. On the surface, I am happy with my life. I live in a good family, in a good home, and I go to a good school. I’m not in any kind of horrible danger. But deep down, I’m not satisfied. I have a longing for something more than that.

Like I said, very deep.

Day 56: Cliché

Clichés become clichés for a reason. Tell us about the last time a bird in the hand was worth two in the bush for you.

I do not like this prompt.

It’s just one of those ones that don’t mean anything to me, and I feel like anything that I write will be halfhearted and boring.

SO! I am instead going to do something that I have been wanting to do for a few days. It isn’t a tag, but a few people (Rachel Day and Adriana Gabrielle, for example) have been doing this, and I want to do it to, because I am a trend follower.

Actually, I’m not. I just thought this sounded fun.

30 Things You Might Not Have Known About Me:

1. I can click my left eyelid.
2. I have had seven surgeries.
3. My favourite colour is turquoise. Although different people have different opinions on what turquoise is. Basically greeny blue.
4. I have never broken a bone.
5. I have never moved house.
6. I was baptized when I was 12.
7. I am a very messy person.
8. I am very good at procrastinating.
9. My favourite hot drinks are hot chocolate and wild berry tea. With sugar in the tea. And no water in the hot chocolate. Don’t judge.
10. I don’t like bitter things or citrusy things. Coffee, dark chocolate, lemons… Ugh.
11. I love watermelon.
12. I cross stitch and I know how to knit, but not purl. I started knitting a scarf yesterday, actually.
13. I play the flute.
14. I am learning Maori. I’m not fluent, but I know more than the average Kiwi.
15. Kaore he pai ki a au ngā pekana. (I don’t like bacon. I just thought I’d emphasize the previous fact. I also don’t like sausages and onion.)
16. I have two brothers.
17. I don’t have any first cousins.
18. I hate sport.
19. I have no depth perception.
20. I have a heart condition.
21. I like to do Sudoku. There is a roll of Sudoku toilet paper sitting on my desk. It was a gag gift at Christmas, but I’ve actually done a few of the puzzles.
22. I never wear any socks other than ankle socks.
23. For the last 3+ years, I have helped out with the preschoolers at church.
24. I talk a lot about random things that nobody cares about, and I frequently tell the same stories multiple times.
25. I have a horrible sense of direction. Seriously. It took me 13 years to figure out how to get home from town. It isn’t difficult.
26. I cry easily.
27. I love to wear cool earrings. Some of my favourites are unicorns, lightsabers, the first few digits of pi, and two different pairs of leafy ones. But I hardly ever wear any other jewellery.
28. My favourite movies are the 2005 version of Pride and Prejudice, the musical version of Les Miserables, Ever After, The Princess Bride, October Baby, and that kind of thing. Basically anything historical or that will make me cry.
29. I never wear make up.
30. If I listen to songs that I know, I subconsciously start singing. Which has resulted in pencils being thrown at me in music class, because I never notice if I’m singing when I have my headphones on.

That is me. All of the weirdness condensed into 30 facts.

Sorry for the lack of answer for the prompt. It was boring, anyway.

Edit: I just realized that some of this stuff was mentioned in the prompt about a week ago, when I had to list six interesting things about myself. Sorry for the repetition.

Day 55: Buffalo Nickel

If you are confused about the title, don’t ask me. I don’t have a clue.

Dig through your couch cushions, your purse, or the floor of your car and look at the year printed on the first coin you find. What were you doing that year?

Let’s find my wallet.

1991. I wasn’t alive then. I think I’ll try again.
1990. Wasn’t alive then either, funnily enough.

Ahh. Here’s a good one. 1998.

1998 is the year that I was born. In the early hours of a cold spring morning in late September, 1998, I came into the world. I was nearly born in the car, but after some illegal driving from my dad, I was instead born in the hospital. I was born to a mum, dad, and older brother that loved me. Things change.

I was born with a mass of dark hair, and a closed left eye. The doctors told my parents that it would become normal after a few months, and that it was nothing to worry about.

They were wrong.

It never went away. I continued to see with one eye half shut, and eventually, before I turned one, we were told I had ptosis. To this day, I still have a half shut left eye.

But enough about that. That all happened after 1998 was over.

I must say, even though I was born that year, I didn’t do much, especially since I was born a bit later in the year. I grew, but not too much. I mostly just cried and slept and made a mess in my nappies. Although apparently I wasn’t actually a very loud baby.

I had my first holiday in that December, going up to my grandparents’ for Christmas. But that is about it. I didn’t start real food or crawl or walk or talk or anything like that. I actually didn’t walk until I was 1 and a 1/2. Basically, I started being anti exercise and sport at a young age.

So yeah. That’s what I did in 1998. I was born. A pretty big achievement if you ask me. But the rest? Mmm, maybe not so much.

Day 54: B+

Write about what you did last weekend as though you’re a music critic reviewing a new album.

For various reasons, I don’t want to do this prompt. My weekend was boring, I’ve never read an album review, and I can’t be bothered.

So. Back to Creative Writing Prompts we go. #136

Write a pure dialogue story. Make your story move along by using dialogues *only*. No narration, no description… just dialogues.

This could be interesting.

“Thank you so much for coming tonight! It really means… Jon?”
“Hey Kate. Can we talk?”
“Umm, one second. I just need to help Roseanne with her stuff.”
“No, it’s OK. I’ve got it. You two talk.”
“Oh, well, OK then. See you around?”
“Of course.”

“So, Kate, how’ve you been?”
“What the heck are you doing here?”
“I wanted to talk to you. Is that OK?”
“No. It’s not OK. I have no desire to talk to you. You can leave now.”
“Come on, Kate. Just hear me out.”
“You have two minutes. Start talking.”
“I just came over to say that I’m sorry. I know I betrayed you by making that deal behind your back, and I know I hurt you, but I was hoping that you would forgive me. I really am sorry, and I don’t want this to ruin our friendship.”
“It’s a bit late for that, don’t you think? How do you think I felt when I was standing there, looking like a fool? I was wrong to trust you to be my business partner. I knew that it would ruin everything. Why did I even agree to it in the first place?”
“Don’t you remember? You were so passionate about the idea, so looking forward to what it would bring for the two of us. And… I guess I destroyed that, didn’t I? I really am sorry.”
“Maybe you should consider your actions and the consequences they will have next time, rather than just thinking about yourself.”
“But I was thinking about you! I knew that you would love the changes that it would bring to the company, in time.”
“I don’t have time, Jon. I have bills to pay, a daughter to raise. I can’t afford risks like that, even if you can. And, as you can see, my new business is doing fantastically, no thanks to you.”
“I just wish you’d reconsider.”
“Wish all you like, it won’t change anything.”
“Well, if that’s your final answer… But I do have one other thing that I wanted to ask you about.”
“And what would that be?”
“I know you had a thing against co-workers and business partners dating, but since you are no longer a part of the business…”
“Get out! Now! I never want to see you again!”
“If you say so.”

Well that was random. Very random. I have no idea where that came from. But I completed the task, which is what matters.

Day 53: Seconds

I completely forgot about this, which means three things:

1. This will probably be brief.
2. There will be no Weekend Extra this week. I didn’t have anything planned, and, after seven straight weeks of interviews and tags, I feel the need to take a break. I never intended to do them every week anyway.
3. I won’t be doing that catch up post tonight either… Eventually. But not tonight.

On with the prompt.

Describe the most satisfying meal you’ve ever eaten, in glorious detail.

When you’ve lived for nearly sixteen and a half years, you have eaten a lot of meals. Choosing just one is very difficult.

Every single meal that I can think of that was extremely satisfying involves chicken. Seriously. There’s the herb and garlic roast chicken that we love. There’s all of the different chicken dishes that I had in Australia. There’s the various different types of butter chicken that I’ve had. Basically, I love chicken.

But one stand out meal to me was one that I had about three or four years ago. We were up north, staying with my grandparents, and it was a few days after Christmas. We were in Auckland for the day (my grandparents live about an hour out of Auckland, depending on the traffic), and we decided to go to a place called Denny’s for dinner.

I’m trying to remember what I had as an entree. But I can’t. Knowing me, it was probably garlic bread. What I do remember is that it was really good. And my brother had curly fries, and one of the fries was more than a metre long when you stretched it out. No, that is not a hyperbole. It really was that long.

I can remember my main, though. My goodness, that main. Succulent. Delicious. So full of flavour and so amazing.

You guessed it. Chicken.

It was some kind of honey chicken. And it was sooo good. I loved it so much.

This was at least three years ago, so I can’t remember that much about it. I do remember that it was delicious, and I have wanted to go back ever since. It was the most delicious thing I’ve ever eaten. It was cooked perfectly, and moist, not at all dry, and the honey dressing thing was amazing. Absolutely amazing. I loved it.

The meal wasn’t 100% perfect though.


My parents wouldn’t let us get dessert.