1. I have written for as long as I can remember. Even before I was gifted a keyboard, or learned how to hold a pen I have always been a storyteller. I would tell a story over and over because they get better with age, the editing process involved watching my audience's faces, and feeling the words on my tongue. Even when I learned to write, it was illegible, even to me, and so oral storytelling remains my prefered method, even in the face of a keyboard.
2. Writing is therapeutic. As a child, my mom would say "it's not about whether you win or lose, it's all about the story" and it was. She could turn the worst tragedy into perfectly timed comedic relief, and as the story is told and edited, it becomes easier to tell. The crushing weight of the feelings are lifted by the sounds of laughter. Writing is how I find my peace.
3. My ultimate goal with writing would have to be to keep doing it while it's fun, and to stop when it is not. I am not trying to write a novel or become a millionaire, I write for me. I joined prose because life has become so mundane, I needed some new prompts, and I was looking for a little laughter to lighten the load.
Too Close For Comfort.
4 people squeezed into 3 bedrooms for an entire 2 weeks, quarentine.
The family time is suffocating. We watch season after season of TV, 2 out of 4 working from home. The noise is inescapable.
Working outside the home, a respite from sameness, removed.
The peace and quiet of bedroom office, no more.
In this time, we are too close for comfort.
I love her. I love her dearly, deeply, fiercely.
She loves me. She lusts, longs, and changes for me.
I am not like her. The difference brings us closer.
She picks away pieces of herself. The pieces, not like me.
I share my dreams with her, but she does not fit anymore.
She morphed into someone else. Someone she deemed more lovable.
I leave. It hurts me.
She hurts us both if I stay.
I can't watch her destroy herself.
She is someone I can not love.
I just joined today!
I just joined Prose today! I saw an article from earlier this year, and it looked cool, although it seems like my main draw, the challenges from Prose, aren't happening right now.
It appears the Prose account has 107 thousand followers (and everyone is automatically following them), so I would think at least that many accounts have been made, but I can't imagine all of those being active based on the activity I have seen in the last hour...maybe there are a lot of lurkers....or the main source of content is Austrailians...?
Love is calling the pharmacy because phone calls make her anxious.
Love is bringing her home a rock because it was just so smooth.
Love is holding her hair back when the medicine makes her sick.
Love is how she stays when money is tight and the sink is full of dirty dishes.
Love is the way she looks at me when we both know I have fucked up.
Love is picking up the half-empty water cups that are not hers.
Love is playing games until two in the morning knowing we both have work tomorrow.
Love is not regretting being tired all day because last night was so much fun.
Love is going to bed early.
Love is an action, a choice.