Came to my mothers for a while as of yesterday. The motorway traffic was obscene, a 3hr journey took us 6 HOURS! 6! Euuuuuugh! So glad we were in a car for food and pee pit stops but, never again. Pure evil.
It’s kinda quiet in here at the moment which is nice and relaxing but I’m super exhausted. I haven’t done the writing challenges for around 3 days which is really bad but I’ve just been so busy what with seeing my Dutch friends, getting ready to come here, then actually coming here. I’m hoping to catch up soon, but I’m pretty tired.
However, dare I say it but there is a strong possibility that I’m going to post what I wrote as a writing challenge. First of all, let me explain this whole thing. I want to start writing my own songs as I’ve mentioned, but I’ve never really written lyrics before. So I bought a book written by Berklee College of Music tutor Pat Patterson. He gives you a list of daily writing challenges to get you into the flow of writing, which eventually lead to how to structure the writing into song form. So far I have done the ‘What’ and ‘Who’ writing. You do 3 challenges a day, 5 minutes, 10 minutes then 90 seconds. You have to write whatever comes to your pen in that time and as soon as the timer stops, so do you. Regardless of whether you have finished your piece, sentence, or even your word, timer stops, you stop.
In doing these challenges I actually went through an entire ink cartridge which is something I haven’t done in a really long time, so I was pretty happy.
This piece of writing [my nerves are rattling crazily here!] was the 10 minute ‘Who’ challenge titled ‘Waitress clearing a table.’ This is where my brain went… Be gentle! 😉
“Waitress Clearing a Table”
Sighing as she cleared the mess at the end of the day, Emily Taylor drifted into a daydream. As she cleared plates half filled with cold food, she drifted away to New York. The bright lights of the city glittered on her pale blonde hair, lighting up her eyes as she walked to her car. The rough rag she used to clear the tables turned to soft leather seating in her honey soft hands.
The hustle and bustle of the city filled her ears as she drove to her high class apartment. She could here them calling her name, “Emily, Emily, Emily!” over and over.
She was rudely snapped back to reality, a colleagues voice at her side.
“Emily! Stop daydreaming! You have tables to clean.”
And just like that she was back. Back in the dingy, dark diner, cloth in hand scrubbing until the tables shone.
One day, one day she would get away from these manky old tables with their miserable inhabitants, one day she would see…
And then my timer went off… I would have added New York to end that off but, eh, timer.
Yeah…. Personally I think that was terrible but it was done in 10 minutes and it’s probably been the best one so far. Bravest step yet… *runs and hides behind wordpress sofa*