Fancy a spook?

I have this crazy urge to write. I do not know what about, but just to put the letters on the screen.

I was reflecting today on the first half of the week. I have this amazingly terrible habit of thinking that I have been totally unproductive, and manifesting it as so. This week though, something has me feeling remarkably motivated.

Today I stated the day somewhere in the cuddled zone of an oversized sweatshirt, silently judging other bloggers answers to the daily prompt. This has become something of a welcomed morning tradition, coupled with whatever beverage is closest in the fridge.

It’s interesting and very motivational to see what all the other answers are. My favorites are the folks that clearly are just trying to get through it. The one wonders, y’all are hilarious. Then there are the passive aggressive sandwiches. The blogs that leave you feeling like someone’s sanity needs to be questioned and it might just be your own. Some of those are too intense.

It normally takes me a solid hour of pondering the prompt and trolling through my classmates work before I finally start writing.

Then it’s flood gates wide open and who knows what special brand of garbage is going to come out. That early in the morning, my autistic mind isn’t running yet. It’s still got it’s proverbial shoelace caught in the bike spokes somewhere around ‘Im pissed I am even awake’.

If you were to imagine my mind as a house first thing in the morning, I would describe it as a vast vacant mansion lobby. Slightly reclaimed after its 1921 Seattle glory days, the house now sits abandoned, with the reputation of darkness and death. The entryway stands fully adorned, frozen in the very time the items were placed. Thoughts whisper their wakings behind the antiquated wood doors, and everything echos. Beautifully tragic and time-lost.

One this place gets going it is filled with about $100,000 of thoughts on a deli clerks salary.

Eventually, we get something of a viable answer posted before I fall into a proverbial rabbit hole of the same Stephan King made for TV Movie.

Then today, the vibration changed. I got a call that I had received a job offer. Hell yes, I’ll take it. It’s been 6 months since I have felt even remotely viable.

Here’s to answering even more prompts and community questions!