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Daily wordcount: 572
Total wordcount: 2918
On/off target: -3750
Okay, now I'm really getting behind. This is definitely about the time I start giving up, and I kinda want to, as I have no idea where this story is going, but I also really want to push through and do this thing this year. I haven't been writing, and part of me really misses it. I think drabbles are more my style, but this is a good challenge and I want to force myself to stick to it. Maybe I'll feel better if tomorrow, I at least don't fall further behind...
I held the book in my hands for a moment, turning over the worn leather cover. It was pretty, in a very ominous way. There wasn’t any writing on the cover, but the faintest outline of a drawing, worn off in places from years of handling. It looked like a scene in a forest grove, but more than that, I couldn’t make out. It could have been the Teddy Bear’s Picnic, for all I knew. Teddy Bear’s, or Teddy Bears’? I mean, it’s more than one bear, and the picnic is all of theirs, so… or is there no apostrophe at all? See, these are the kind of thoughts that make it impossible for me to ever get anything done. Now I need to Google the song, and see how it’s written, and then I’ll find a video on “20 Nostalgic Songs from Your Childhood” and three hours later I will wonder where my day went. That’s how it always goes. And probably would have, this time, had I not started to absently flip open the book as I headed towards my computer to look up the song.
The pages inside did not depict any happy, stuffed animal picnic scenes, or jaunty, fun lyrics. I closed the book again to study the cover more closely. It looked a lot like the pages of the Necronomicon in Evil Dead, with compact, squiggly writing, and even splatters of red ink. At least I hoped it was ink. It had to be ink to still be red. Dried blood turned an unattractive brown color. Still, someone went out of their way to make this book look super creepy. I’d made a mini Necronomicon once before, but just the cover over a blank journal. I had found the pages reproduced online, and did want to make a “real” one someday, but as it wasn’t for anything in particular, it kept falling to the bottom of my to-do pile.
That’s the problem with most of my projects, I begin them very gung-ho, and as soon as they’ve started, I lose interest. I’m not much of one for completing things, even though they say true happiness and satisfaction are derived from finishing things. And I try, I really do, but I have an issue with motivation. Unless it comes to something trivial and unimportant, and then I somehow manage to be all over that. My brain, it has issues. I’ve tried to fix it, but nothing other than imminent, utter ruin seems to spur me on. I really should keep trying to work on that. Maybe next week, I’ll look for some classes.
Attempting to grab the wheel away from the Procrastination Monkey in my head, I set the very interesting book aside and went back to sorting through the paperwork. By halfway through Jaws 3, I had found all the numbers I needed from that box, and scanned all the paperwork in and neatly labeled the pdfs. I was feeling accomplished enough to take a break and start studying the little book in earnest, never mind there were seven other boxes I still needed to get through. It was only Friday night, and I had all weekend. Plus, they were doing a Leprechaun marathon tomorrow and I certainly wouldn’t mind the distraction through a few of those. They have their moments, but they’re not exactly the kind of movie you sit glued to your seat and watch.
Total wordcount: 2918
On/off target: -3750
Okay, now I'm really getting behind. This is definitely about the time I start giving up, and I kinda want to, as I have no idea where this story is going, but I also really want to push through and do this thing this year. I haven't been writing, and part of me really misses it. I think drabbles are more my style, but this is a good challenge and I want to force myself to stick to it. Maybe I'll feel better if tomorrow, I at least don't fall further behind...
I held the book in my hands for a moment, turning over the worn leather cover. It was pretty, in a very ominous way. There wasn’t any writing on the cover, but the faintest outline of a drawing, worn off in places from years of handling. It looked like a scene in a forest grove, but more than that, I couldn’t make out. It could have been the Teddy Bear’s Picnic, for all I knew. Teddy Bear’s, or Teddy Bears’? I mean, it’s more than one bear, and the picnic is all of theirs, so… or is there no apostrophe at all? See, these are the kind of thoughts that make it impossible for me to ever get anything done. Now I need to Google the song, and see how it’s written, and then I’ll find a video on “20 Nostalgic Songs from Your Childhood” and three hours later I will wonder where my day went. That’s how it always goes. And probably would have, this time, had I not started to absently flip open the book as I headed towards my computer to look up the song.
The pages inside did not depict any happy, stuffed animal picnic scenes, or jaunty, fun lyrics. I closed the book again to study the cover more closely. It looked a lot like the pages of the Necronomicon in Evil Dead, with compact, squiggly writing, and even splatters of red ink. At least I hoped it was ink. It had to be ink to still be red. Dried blood turned an unattractive brown color. Still, someone went out of their way to make this book look super creepy. I’d made a mini Necronomicon once before, but just the cover over a blank journal. I had found the pages reproduced online, and did want to make a “real” one someday, but as it wasn’t for anything in particular, it kept falling to the bottom of my to-do pile.
That’s the problem with most of my projects, I begin them very gung-ho, and as soon as they’ve started, I lose interest. I’m not much of one for completing things, even though they say true happiness and satisfaction are derived from finishing things. And I try, I really do, but I have an issue with motivation. Unless it comes to something trivial and unimportant, and then I somehow manage to be all over that. My brain, it has issues. I’ve tried to fix it, but nothing other than imminent, utter ruin seems to spur me on. I really should keep trying to work on that. Maybe next week, I’ll look for some classes.
Attempting to grab the wheel away from the Procrastination Monkey in my head, I set the very interesting book aside and went back to sorting through the paperwork. By halfway through Jaws 3, I had found all the numbers I needed from that box, and scanned all the paperwork in and neatly labeled the pdfs. I was feeling accomplished enough to take a break and start studying the little book in earnest, never mind there were seven other boxes I still needed to get through. It was only Friday night, and I had all weekend. Plus, they were doing a Leprechaun marathon tomorrow and I certainly wouldn’t mind the distraction through a few of those. They have their moments, but they’re not exactly the kind of movie you sit glued to your seat and watch.
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