Spooktacular day to you all.
Spooktacular day to you all.
Spooktacular day to you all.
Yup I know the days of the week, and no I couldn’t be bothered to title the post!
Hey guys, it’s Echo I’m just here in location undisclosed taking care of an elderly person for money. It’s a very easy job. It’s mostly waiting and I’m good at that, with this smart phone I can use the time between cleaning and feeding this person to do so many things. But usually I don’t. Also since I now have money I’ve been considering purchasing a laptop, anyone here know anything about technology? Please provide me with information so I don’t get ripped off, that does happen to people. Any ways I’m mostly posting this because it seemed only fair to post at lest a few more times before the onslaught that is November. I don’t want to spoil too much but it involves peppers and a dino.
“No one knows why we wear these masks, but I think when we put them on, we become our true selves.”
Source: all beans, no cow
When all the stars align and my future seems less bleak, when my endless days of searching are replaced with diligently care taking. I am living completely differently from how I once did, I’ve reached the next step in my journey, there’s an urge to look ahead keep on fighting forever! There is no stopping, work to exhaustion when you’re young. And all of that nonsense is valid but I don’t exactly want to burn out right away so I’m going to need someone to remind me to congratulate myself. I did it, part of me had given up on ever attaining my dreams. I may still have far to go, but I have made progress and I shouldn’t forget what I’ve done.
Life is good for the old Echo, hope your day is going well wish me luck and such in the comments area.
I’m not crazy ( well maybe but that’s neither here nor there) I know you’re reading this. Peering over my words wondering what kind of guy calls himself Echo, and rants about such mindlessness. I know you’re looking it over as you go about your day, chuckling to yourself at how silly people can be. But I don’t know you, at all. Are you here wondering what I’ll say next? Is this some big Echo mystery? What will he do? Who is he? Potatoes! Why did he say potatoes? Are you here because you’re curious, or perhaps you’ve found my stories compelling. Do you read these on the go on when your day starts to slow? Do you read these all the time? Do you love when I start to rhyme? I don’t, enough of that. Why are you here? Do you want to be my friend? Do I sound wise? Do I entertain you? Or maybe you’re here because I sound so crazy and you’re hoping I’ll blow my top or something? Bad news there, that only happens to those fighting their madness I’m using mine. So I know you’re reading this, but please tell me why?
Here’s a thing I bet most writers feel at one point or another.
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So here’s a post I’m writing while feeling uninspired about how to become inspired, I’ll let you know if it works.
Usually if I absolutely need to write then I’ll start off by doing the dumbest writing ever I find the act of writing itself opens my floodgates and my endless stream of words appear. Without my usual creativity nothing good can come but if I say it’s okay to be bad for now I can write badly and my voice returns quickly begging me to fix those words with a bit of Echo magic. This works almost every time so I’m confident this November will be a huge success, doubts have nothing on “I can’t do worse than that if I tried” which is what I write to get back in shape. It’s simple beautiful elegant and please excuse me I’m off to go write a story about something magical, maybe that old story I lost and half remember about the creature. That one was fun I can restart it.
Try this, see if it works, comment here telling me if it did.
I did a post about how to write stories the other day so here’s my continuation of the example story.
It was a dark cold night the fog rolled in bringing with it the stench of the nearby swamp. Ron awoke in a cold sweat he couldn’t recall his nightmare but much worse than that he couldn’t remember why he was in this bed which wasn’t his own. He looked around confusion overtaking his fear. He arose slowly careful to make little sound fearful of being noticed by anyone who could have moved him in his sleep. Then he heard giggling. He peered into the darkness seeing a young lady dressed in all white. “You’re finally up sleepy head, we’ve got work to do.” She said sounding as if she wanted to laugh some more. “What’s so funny, and who are you?” Ron inquired wishing he could go home already. “Yes those are good questions too bad I’m not inclined to answer, after all, I’m the powerful one here, you’re my new servant.” She said before vanishing. “I’m too confused and shocked to even be scared. What on earth was that!?!” Ron complained as he rushed to where the vision of feminity previously resided. “I guess I wasn’t going to get answers from her anyway, might as well explore or something.” He muttered to himself. “Curious indeed.” Spoke a different voice from much closer than the lady in white. Ron turned around to see directly behind him was shadowy figure in a black cloak. “Just tell me now, am I dead?” Ron asked fear creeping back into his mind and voice. “I wouldn’t know, maybe she’ll tell you when next she graces you with her visage.” The cloaked one said in a mocking tone, “In the meantime I’ll be watching you, laughing if you fail cheering if you succeed, it’s all win win for me.” Ron couldn’t see the face or even tell if the voice belonged to a man or woman but he could tell whoever it was under their, was smiling wickedly. He could feel the smile within his very soul and it burned.
“Are you the reaper?” Ron worked up the courage to ask at last. The cloaked figure said nothing, they merely melted into the shadows, becoming one with the darkness. Ron couldn’t tell if thing was gone or simply hidden but he no longer cared a new feeling rose above the fear and overtook the confusion, annoyance. He was frustrated he no longer cared to solve the mystery of who these people, if they were even people could be. All Ron wanted was to leave, so he walked deeper into the darkness finding the walls then going along side them until he came upon the door. To his pleasure he found it unlocked. To his dismay he found the dark corridor to be a labyrinth of deception, shadows and doors. Some doors lead to rooms like the one he came from, others lead to hallways like the one he was lost in, and a few lead to stairs. The place reminded him of a large school, and a prison fused with a fancy hotel. Previously the darkness concealed the finer details but as he finally became accustomed with the shade he could see more, much more. The crown molding the good walls the abstract paintings, each room had queen and king sized beds and he knew from experience that they had the softest sheets he’d ever felt. If Ron had intentionally come to a place like this he doubted he would ever want to leave. But Ron wasn’t about to be a prisoner even if his cage was perfect he longed to be free.
“Wow, you’ve been going at this for hours. I’m honestly impressed.” Spoke the lady in white appearing before Ron as he fell over in exhaustion. “Don’t stop now the sun is nearly up, surely you’ll find your way then.” She added sounding strangely sincere. “What do you want from me?” Ron spoke between gasps. He wasn’t sure when he broke into a panicked run, but he knew it lasted far too long. “I see, listening problems, quite common these days I’m told. I’ve already stated my intentions, you’re my new servant, the sooner you accept your fate the sooner we can move on from here.” She responded sounding bored, as if his problems were such a small concern to her that she found it not even suitable for entertainment. “No I’m leaving!” He screeched finding his second wind and pulling himself to his feet. “You’re going the wrong way, you keep going down you should be going up to the roof.” The lady in white said once again sounding so caring and sincere Ron truly felt the truth behind her words.
Okay so I’m going to do this whole November thing again, despite my ever evolving schedule of never having a day of freedom ( don’t worry this was what I wanted) I sort of got tricked by a dino into doing the blog month stuff but as long as I don’t also write an entire book like two years ago then I should be fine. Right? Whatever I’m out of blog practice so I’m working myself back up to speed with stuff like this and trying to get more people to participate in both my comment section and with response blogs in an attempt to generate an echo community. ( be the dream comment today)
So this is a blog post about me blog posting. November won’t stand a chance.
The conversation consists of words being transmitted through instant messenger. Words on a screen, no inflection or tone. But you know something is wrong. What is it, I ask, knowing all too well what it could be.