Real Petite Post

Five sentences are a real thing today. Did write the second act of the outline, and I was tired. I was gonna procrastinate. After I took the garbage out and put the recycling bin out on the curb, I had the second wind to write. I’m glad I did.

Happy creative endeavors.

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I Thought It Was Friday, but Its Thursday!

True story, woke up all kinds of freaked out. Errands to run, brain overloaded with ideas, and overnight ideas for this new story.

Let’s talk about this real quick. My hero needs a distraction, as he’s sexually frustrated. His solution, an escort. The idea is wanting to be touched, be loved, and wanted dominates his mind.

It’s a moment where a potential episode is about hooking up while everything else is going on.

This is in stark contrast to what I was thinking when I wanted to do a set of goofy-inspired stories. For example: being stuck on the moon, trapped in clouds, crazed witches popping up to hex everyone for the hell of it.

Gotta love a hex-sling witch who essentally is a f*cker. Nothing better to do than to mess with people.

Who knows. Maybe it all works. Maybe it doesn’t. I know I don’t want to be 100% serious all the time, and I need laughs. It makes things better.

Can wanting sex be funny/hilarious? Maybe, and also touching/sweet at the same time.

Petite Post VIII: Love of Mischief

Last night I chatted with a writing friend. It was fun. One of my thoughts was writing stories that tested a hero/main character’s patience against michevious events. I, the writer, am essentially trolling my MC.

To me, the goofier the story, the better it is for me. Part of my goal is to share some humor, since some days are meh, and I want to feel happy in my escapism. I live for mischief in my fiction.

So, I need to focus on this aspect, at least to complete a new projects. See if it works, doesnt work, or something can be pulled from that.

Happy creative endeavors. .

Awkward Family Moments Part 2

They still staring at you like you’re going to produce more food outta your pocket, which they will gladly eat because they want something fresh, not the stale shit that has yet to be cooked, or opened because, why bother with making a meal, right?

So fam is still pissed that I didn’t think of them during my lunch break, buy their meals during that time, go back to work– find a place to store it–that no one will touch it–cause work fam are food thieves–and reclaim it after my shift’s done.

Never mind fam-fam could go and get themselves some food at any time before they see me. More importantly, when they do get food, they make sure I know it’s only just for one person, even when I don’t ask them about it.

There has to be that one fam member so intent on knowing what you had to eat, they rip open your bag, and open the container  to inspect the food for themselves.  And if you walked away, you can best believe a portion was scooped out, regardless of whether you ate off of the meal or not.

By the way, don’t let the meal contain poultry, seafood (shrimp), or beef. Hell, even a salad with the right toppings is in danger of being portioned out.

\Sometimes your meal will be shared with everyone but you, because, “you already had some.”

If I ever hear, “boy, you ate all the bacon off this cobb salad,” ever again it’ll be too soon.

This his how I make a game off this mess. I order the salads with sometimes no toppings. Just iceberg lettuce with olive oil, and salt and pepper.  Eat that, fam.    BBQ wings? I lick the sauce off each piece that goes home.

Yes, it gets a bit freaky in the break room, but that’s between me and HR now. Apparently harassing wings is a thing now, as well as wing sensitivity training.

Awkward Family Moments Part 1

You ever had that awkward moment like I do when when fam sees you bring your lunch home from work? It’s like a set of cats when they hear the bag rustle. Peeps spring to life, arrive in the  kitchen, and look at what and where you set something down, besides the damn keys.  

Then they see that single sad bag with a container of mystery contents.  “Why didn’t you bring home some food for me too?”

Then there’s an even more awkward moment when I respond with, “I’m not Dominoes. I don’t deliver.”  They pause, and hunch their shoulders, like they didn’t know you weren’t a delivery man.

“There is food in the house.” I know this because I brought it.”

 

Visions of Love and Writing

This is completely separate from my own current ambitious with projects, but I’ve always wanted to write a collection of love stories.

The goal would be to write, enjoy, and share them. I kinda even want a visual component to them to make it seem a little more fantastical and theatrical (love comics or films).  I want to have fun with the genre without a care in the world.

This will likely have me creating stories that are filled with sex, mythology, humor, and varying stages romance.

This been a dream of mine for a long time. I think it comes from watching melodramas, space operas, and reading comics for ages.  They’ve revisited my imagination—sorta.

Happy creative endeavors.

Wallet and Keys

For a brief moment I forgot I placed my wallet and keys in my book bag, and was walking around carefree. It was only after I was in the middle of returning a cart to another department that I realized I didn’t have the wallet on me, or my keys, so I panicked.

How was I gonna eat, or get back into my home without either. I sincerely hope I didn’t drop  them.  Then it downed on me that neither was lost, but in my book bag. A few moments later, they were back with me. I felt safe again.  If this isn’t a basis for a story, well, then I’m doing something wrong. At least I got a sense of relief.

I almost feel like getting a latte, however, I won’t be getting one.  That’s a story for another day.  For the moment I just want to back in the glow that I didn’t forget or lose my wallet and keys.

Happy creative endeavors.