“God… Damn. What do you want now?” A young man in his mid twenties appeared in a doorway. A woman, roughly the same age, was slumped over the toilet. There was vomit dripping down her chin and her hair was a mess and her mascara ran down her cheeks.
“I’m sorry, Hector.” She managed to get out through the sobs
“Every time you’re upset. Every goddamn time. You know how frustrating that is? I’ve almost lost my job over this. And it’s sure as hell hard to explain disappearing from the bed when I’m with some chick” Hector crossed his arms and looked down at her. He realized, this time she was really upset about something big. “Why are you throwing up, Maddie?”
“He… He came again…” Her sobs grew louder and louder until she hiccuped.
“That asshole from the other apartment?”
“What in the fuck. I told you not to mess around with him anymore.”
She sobbed again. “No, he just bursted in this time.”
“Jesus Crist, Maddie.” Hector left her apartment.
She heard some loud banging down the hall. She didn’t mean for Hector to appear this time. She thought she could handle it on her own like she learned to do with the stress from work. But the guy down the hall must have really hurt her bad this time, she woke up not remembering the night before. More loud banging came from down the hall, accompanied by inlegible yells. When she was fifteen Maddie wished upon a Star that he’d always be around for the bad times, but she didn’t mean it litterally.
A bloodied Hector appeared in the door way. “Alright. He’s taken care of. Let’s get you cleaned up, you can sleep at my place tonight.”
Woah. WordPress has reminded me that I’ve had my blog for 4 years! Happy anniversary to me and to you, dear followers. I know I don’t post much anymore, to be honest I haven’t been doing a whole lot of anything lately. Lets see, last I talked about was NaNoWriMo, of which I got about 5000 words and then life got in the way. And it was another three months before that that I had written anything. Though I have played around a bit on my other blog, still just I don’t know, major writers block I guess. What do you do to cure your writers block? Something else must be goin on because I haven’t been doing much of anything I like lately either.
On the other hand I have had some stories in mind, and have most intentions to get down and write them. One will be paired with artwork and another is a sort of collaboration with a poet friend of mine. Well, maybe not collaboration? We got a prompt and wanted to see where each other will go with it, so when we get that done I’ll share with you all. Oh and there’s one that I did start for Halloween but for some reason had no direction with it.
I have always thought that half of writing is research and I’ve bought a few books over the past few months to get down and read. You know, get some inspiration. I like writing horror/thriller/scary stuff and a friend of mine gave me the Grimm Fairytales, which I’ve read some here and there but not the whole thing. I’ve also written a lot of short stories and got a book that is a collection, so I can see what that’s like if I ever decide to publish. So many ideas float in my head when I’m at work but after working 11 hours a day, I don’t feel like doing anything when I get home.
So tell me about you. How do you keep writing when you don’t have anything to write about? Where do you get your inspirations? What would you like to see from me in the future?