2018 has started out to be very productive. I have finished my first book of the year called Vampire Hunter D, Vol. 1 by Hideyuki Kikuchi. Now, on to Vol. 2 which I have to find somewhere in my closet. It’s a series that I’ve been meaning on reading for a while now and I hadn’t been able to find any of the paperbacks for until only recently.
Each day has been filled with productivity and I won’t think about how my motivation might diminish in the future. Instead, I’ll focus on the now and worry about all that later. There are a few changes I wanted to implement in my writing routine. I don’t it’s anything drastic so to speak. This week, I’ll start off with including a scene I wrote for the prompt: “Do you remember the first time we met?” he asked.
“Do you remember the first time we met?” he asked.
“No,” she replied icily.
His face contorted in pain. “Casey,” he began.
Casey turned her body away from him. She focused on the breeze pulling at her braid and on the darkening clouds overhead. A few families were speckled throughout the park. The sings squeaked with every push and the children’s laughter reached Casey’s ears.
Of course, she remembered when they first met. It had been a day much like today. The only difference was that it was raining. She was practicing for a marathon and he was riding his bike without his glasses. Their meeting started with a trip to the emergency center. Casey took a deep breath distancing herself from those memories.
“What do you want?” she asked bluntly. “After all this time you call me and want to speak. What do you want?”
She twisted around, resting her back against the uncomfortable bench. Her arms were crossed. Jonathon reached toward her but stopped.
“Why do you think I want something?”
Casey clenched her jaw. Her gaze was focused on the dancing blades of grass in front of her. “Because you’re the type of person who uses people and discards them like trash.”
“You don’t know me.” Jonathon’s voice was low.
Casey smirked. “I date you for almost two years,” she said softly. “Trust me. I know you.”
“Why are you making this difficult?” Jonathan suddenly cried. “I just wanted to talk.”
His words reawakened a long-buried anger. Casey swirled around. “Oh, so now you want to talk,” she spat. She stood. “You didn’t want to speak when it actually mattered. When a simple explanation sufficed. You’re unbelievable.”
Jonathan jumped up. “What was I supposed to do? You didn’t want to tell me –”
“It was none of your business,” she interjected.
“You were my girlfriend!”
“Because that actually mattered back then,” Casey retorted. Her hands clenched. “I was only your girlfriend when it was convenient for you.”
“What was I supposed to think when you disappear for days with another guy? There were pictures Casey. Was I supposed to ignore that?”
Casey’s chin trembled. “You were supposed to trust me.”
That’s what I have so far. I might expand this a little more once I figure out enough details. Mostly, I was making things up as I went. In my humble opinion, I don’t think it’s a bad start.
Dabbling in the Art of Writing 