NaNoWriMo: Week 2

Week 2 (Nov. 11th -Nov. 14th):

Prompt: Imagine your life is now a book. In 100 words, write the blurb for it (It's what people will read on the back cover.) Monday: 11/11/2013

This sizzling new piece adventures into the life of Susan Getman as she discovers that no matter the distance she tried to make between herself and her childhood home, the memories will follow her. The author's details explode off the page
I have no inspiration to write today. I found an amazing web site with a bunch of writing prompts on it (http://www.creativewritingprompts.com/)

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Prompt:   List 20 things you're afraid of. Pick one fear and write about it. Tuesday: 11/12/2013

List:

Heights
Losing loved ones (especially my dad and little sister)
Letting loose my anger
Drowning
The brakes on my truck failing

I can't think of 20 things I'm afraid of. Heck, I don't even think I'm afraid of 20 things! So, instead of listing 20 and talking about 1, I'm just going to just list the top 5 that came to mind (listed above) and say something short about each fear. (I re-looked at the prompt later this week and discovered that it had acctually said "annoy" instead of "afraid" but I think that listing and talking about the things I fear turned out better than what annoys me.)

Heights: I've always had a fear of heights. I don't really know where it came from. I've never fallen from a high place or have had any other reason to be afraid of heights. It's almost silly, being afraid of something that can't do harm unless you invoke it. By invoke I don't mean that you climb to high places for the fun of it. To me, in order to be afraid of heights, something has to be attached to that fear. To invoke the fear of heights, one must place her/himself in a high situation. Wither it be rollercoasters, ladders, or tall buildings, there has to be a factor for the fear to take effect. In my case, it's normally any place high that is moving or where my feet aren't touching a solid/full service. So, rollercoasters and ladders are deffiently factors that play in my height fear. However, I feel that there are two forms of the fear of heights. The first is the fear of falling from high places (hence ladders and rollercoasters), but there's a second fear that many people don't think about when someone says "I'm afraid of heights". This is the fear of jumping from high places. I know that doesn't seem to match up, but truthfully, the most time I have fear of heights is when I'm on a high place and I look over the edge. At my college, we had a sunbathing roof that looked over a sand volleyball court. The place wasn't high and didn't really scare me, but sometimes when I was up there hanging out with friends (hardly ever went there by myself for some reason) I would look over the edge down at the volleyball court and think to myself, "I wonder what it would feel like if I feel from here". Creepy, right!? I think it's that one thought right there that makes me afraid of heights the most.

Losing Loved Ones (especially my dad and little sister): I believe this is a very common fear. Everyone in their life time seems to have this fear in his/her life. Sometimes it happens during a short period of time (like during the illness of said loved one) or it can be for that whole person's life (a mother in reguards to her child). In reguards to my dad and my little sister it's the later reason. My dad is the main structor of my family. If it weren't for him, I don't know where my life would be right now, or the life of everyone else in my family. He may be strict at times and act before he thinks when he becomes angry, but he's always been there for us and he's always trying to teach us what's right and what we need to survive. That's why I don't lose him. I feel if I ever lost my dad, I would no longer know how to survive. Clearly I am a very dependent person, lol. My little sister is very much like the mother/child reference. Though she isn't my child (clearly), I feel like I should be her protector. We've about lost her many times as she was growing up. Not because she has health issues or something was wrong when she was born, but because of my stupidity. The only stiches she's ever recieved was because I hit her in the head with a swing. She about died when I wasn't watching her at a football game and she fell out of the bleachers (and we were at least ten rows up). That day still haunts me. I have dreams of her dying different ways (usually caused by my older sister's actions [the details about that don't need to be known yet]) with me being there but unable to stop her. The fear of losing her is deep within side of me and the hardest one for me to fight.

Letting Loose my Anger: If anyone who knows my in person reads this they might die of a laughing fit. I'm not known as one to get angry and when I do, many people just laugh it off as me not being serious. The truth is, I have deep German and Irish blood in me through my dad's side of the family and I have my dad's temper. The only thing is, I have control over that temper (part of which I think comes from my mom's side of the family). Even with my control of my anger, there are times where I can feel my anger boil to where I really want to snap someone's neck. I don't really know where this anger comes from most of the time and I always manager to stop it before it's too late and I really do explode, but I fear that one day, I may be pushed to the final point to where I no longer care and I'm just going to break. I've never reached that point and I don't know what it would look like, but the feeling associated with coming close makes it seem like it would be scary...very scary.

Drowning: This isn't an irrational fear, but it is for me. I'm good a swimming. I'm not like Olymipic good (never had a reason to be), but you can throw me out into the middle of a lake or pool and I'll be alright. Heck, I'll be more than alright! I love swimming. I would go swimming every day if I could, and if glorine isn't such a hassle, but I'm still afraid of drowning. It's mainly the idea of how drowning would feel. My boyfriend always tells me that drowning is a peaceful way to go, but I think he's crazy.

(I didn't get to finish my list! :'( )

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Prompt:  suelena  (ignore the name please. Spoke to someone with that name and liked it. Might use it in a story in the future)
Use all these words in a poem: crash, crumpled paper, straw, gravel, ochre. Wednesday: 11/13/2013

Crumpled paper, scattered on the ground,
by a foot, they lay all around.
A table, turning, spinning,
a foot pumping the dancing rythem.
Gravel and Ochre crash upon each other
absorbing the vibrations

(I clearly did not finish the poem but I kind of like it the way it is. I might finish it sometime in the future.)

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Prompt: Use the following metaphors in a poem: a pitcher of bitterness, a taste of sacrifice, a house of delight. Thursday: 11/14/2013
      
         Bloody
             Moon
shines in
a house of delight

    Yellow Yoke
        f
         a
          l
           l
            i
             n
              g  into
         a pitcher
 of bitterness

(It's almost like I made two haikus instead of one poem. I really like them. One of my favorite things about poems is that the words don't have to make perfect sentences and they don't have to line up letter next to letter. Some of my favoirte poems have the words flying everywhere or even create pictures. It's a pretty cool way to "freely" write.)

There you go for week 2 of NaNoWriMo! I hope I helped inspire the writer inside someone!

With All My Love <3

S.L.u.G.