#weekday writing

[writerlywonderings]

NaNo 2014 Day 9

Word Count: 15028

Well, sometimes the point of weekend writing—after weekend writing bingeing—is to make yourself actually excited to do weekday writing, which I totally am, at least for tomorrow’s and maybe for Tuesday’s depending on how much I love the following scenes.

Characters are doing good. I think suspense is going pretty good. All in all, a solid day.

[astaleimpasse]

on meditation

i put everything on mute. i squat on the couch. i'm on a meditative pose. i close my eyes. i feel and sense each breath. the inhales. the exhales. the lub-dubs of my heart. i sense all of their irregularities. i wonder if this is normal. i feel my mind pulsating. probably the caffeine. or fatigue. the pose is eerily relaxing. i need more of this, i think. then my mind wanders to the vibrations of the building. to the cars' wheels and the cars' horns on the highway. to the sudden breaks and stops as if pedestrians were getting rowdy again. a plane passes by over head dividing the sky. i imagine a child looking out the window. seeing the night lights. seeing the city glimmer below. then my phone vibrates. probably an email or a message. my mind then wanders to work. all the unfinished tasks. all the conversations to be had. i open my eyes. still on the pose, i see a lizard staring at me. it's probably curious. not sure. or probably some mosquitoes were all over me, and the little bugger wants to gobble them all up. i also stare at it. i sense the fear. my fear. the relaxed state all gone, now my mind's alert. i hate slimy things. and the lizard has the look of going yolo, taking advantage of me not moving. doing the pose. then slither all over my skin. a minute or two passes. and the lizard goes in the other direction. i breathe again. now, my feet's all numb. blood not circulating. probably trapped somewhere. damn pipes. i end the meditation. i stand up. and go on.  

[astaleimpasse]

of walking

i am definitely a fan of walking. it's a stress release of sorts. just walking. seeing everything that pass me by, that i pass by. it clears my head. it makes me see from a different perspective. it relaxes me and mellows me down. all the people that shout, that banter. with heads held high because of a triumph that i will never know. with heads bowed down because of failures that i may have encountered too. smoking their menthols. all the fuck you's and shit's coming out of people's mouths. all the thank you's and hi's. all the trash scattered about. it makes me alert to everything. it makes me part of something. i hear the music that people listen to. the urgency in people's movements and actions. laughter and cries. these things make me forget about my own. i am relieved.