Every Friday, there will be a prompt to lead us to the weekend. I would love to see your responses or thoughts about process in the comments. Or, even better? Leave us a link to your own blog and response there!
I challenge you to sit, breathing just like you do, and just see the world around you. Just a few minutes, a few breaths. Then, set a timer or page limit (for however long you want), and WRITE! Just put pen to paper (fingers to keyboard). Don’t stop. Don’t think. Just ground yourself in the prompt. Come back to it if you need to. But, for all that is good in this world, tell us your story.
This week’s prompt is inspired by the impending doom that has become Frankenstorm (AKA Hurricane Sandy and a winter front meet.)
I limited myself to 10 lines.
I am waiting for a storm that may not come, but I’m preparing the cupboards and stocking the shelves.
I am waiting for a time when everything makes sense, knowing this will never come.
I am waiting for a sign, for something, to tell me where I’m supposed to be going, but I don’t know what to look for.
I am waiting for the night I don’t worry about what’s coming.
I am waiting for the ways to shine, but knowing I have to try in the meantime.
I am waiting for the chance to finish all the books I’ve ever wanted to read, which will be a long list indeed.
I am waiting for nothing in particular, as I’m trying to move forward now.
I am waiting for the coffee to kick in so that I can feel something in my body other than droopy lids.
I am waiting until I have time to do the things I need to do, and sometimes, I need to make the time.
I am waiting no longer to make the leaps that I always dreamed about; I think I’ve already started.