Writing and the end of babysitting
Nov. 3rd, 2005 11:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jedusorYeah, no more weekly babysitting job. Long and short of it, Dorothy was screwing the government, and while I wholeheartedly approve of government-screwing, I am not cool with the fact that I've been participating in this for over two years and she never thought to tell me what was going on. Eh, it's not like she was paying me anyway, and it looks like this childcare job at church may become a permanent thing (and Judith does pay me consistently). Cross your fingers for that.
Okay, now here's something I wrote the other night, one of those brain-dump pieces. 216 words.
It’s the day after Halloween, and the sky is cloudy. Trees seem to reach out at you, snagging on your clothes and hair. The wind howls, and you almost want it to start raining and thundering, if only to appease this dreadful sense of foreboding lingering in the air.
You weren’t this scared yesterday.
It’s the day after Thanksgiving, and you’re thinking about your life. Even though you complain about it, you have enough to eat and you know people care about you. Things aren’t really so bad, are they? In fact, the world is a pretty neat place, now that you think about it. You’re lucky to be able to enjoy it.
You didn’t feel this thankful yesterday.
It’s the day after Christmas, and you just got paid. Two weeks ago, your landlord threatened to kick you out if you didn’t pay your debt, and you had to use your entire last paycheck on that. You were planning to use some of that money to buy presents, but there wasn’t any cash left after you paid your landlord, and you barely had enough savings to survive. You couldn’t get anyone gifts, and you feel terrible, but it’s too late now.
You didn’t have this money yesterday.
It’s the day after Valentine’s Day.
You’re still waiting.
I read "See Spot Die" at the open mic thing the other day, and a lady came up to me afterward and said I should read it for the talent show in December. I'm thinking I might.
Oh, and I told a guy on the bus today that he looked like Christopher Walken, only younger and more badass. He replied, "Funny you should say that- someone said yesterday that I look like Christopher Walken. Usually I get Kevin Bacon." That totally made my day, for reasons I cannot fully explain.
Okay, now here's something I wrote the other night, one of those brain-dump pieces. 216 words.
It’s the day after Halloween, and the sky is cloudy. Trees seem to reach out at you, snagging on your clothes and hair. The wind howls, and you almost want it to start raining and thundering, if only to appease this dreadful sense of foreboding lingering in the air.
You weren’t this scared yesterday.
It’s the day after Thanksgiving, and you’re thinking about your life. Even though you complain about it, you have enough to eat and you know people care about you. Things aren’t really so bad, are they? In fact, the world is a pretty neat place, now that you think about it. You’re lucky to be able to enjoy it.
You didn’t feel this thankful yesterday.
It’s the day after Christmas, and you just got paid. Two weeks ago, your landlord threatened to kick you out if you didn’t pay your debt, and you had to use your entire last paycheck on that. You were planning to use some of that money to buy presents, but there wasn’t any cash left after you paid your landlord, and you barely had enough savings to survive. You couldn’t get anyone gifts, and you feel terrible, but it’s too late now.
You didn’t have this money yesterday.
It’s the day after Valentine’s Day.
You’re still waiting.
I read "See Spot Die" at the open mic thing the other day, and a lady came up to me afterward and said I should read it for the talent show in December. I'm thinking I might.
Oh, and I told a guy on the bus today that he looked like Christopher Walken, only younger and more badass. He replied, "Funny you should say that- someone said yesterday that I look like Christopher Walken. Usually I get Kevin Bacon." That totally made my day, for reasons I cannot fully explain.
