While you may feel more productive sitting for five hours at a time, pouring your soul into your writing, you may be losing creativity, productivity, and even doing damage to your body if you sit that long. Getting up and moving around is, and always has been, the best for our brains!
Prompt: Today, write about fragility. Maybe about a fragile person you accidentally hurt, or maybe a fragile object broken or rescued, or maybe your own fragility.
The glass shattered as I watched. It was one of those dramatic, slow motion type of falls. Lifetimes and centuries passed as the jar fell, tumbling over itself and spilling its contents over the floor.
There was a glow over her cheeks, red blooming its way across the bridge of her nose to clash with the alabaster of her skin. Her normally monochromatic visage was changed, broken in places by embarrassment at the mistake. White hair, white skin, white dress. She was like a blank sheet of paper, an empty canvas, only painted on occasionally painted red in places by a rising of blood. Sometimes I forgot her blood would be as red as the rest of ours; she was still human, despite my illusions.
Just as the vase had shattered, broken into a million pieces and scattering to the furthest corners of the room, she shattered as well. Tears reddened her eyes, spilling over onto shaking hands. She was destroyed as surely as the vase was, and scattered pieces all over the hardwood floors.
What can you do but take it one day, one step, at a time?
I've started a calendar, writing out something I have done every day to help make my dreams come true. I hope to one day use my passive income, from online stores and stocks, to be able to help support myself while trying to establish my writing career. I have a three year plan (I'm going to pay off my student loans and my credit cards before quitting my full-time job and writing full time).
Or at least, that is the plan. You know what they say about the best laid plans.
I felt the need to write about it, mostly because it is helping to solidify what it is that I want to happen over the next five years or so. Knowing I am taking steps, even baby steps, towards what I want to be doing is wonderful. It makes the long-term goals of quitting a day job that is unsatisfying and leaves me feeling under appreciated. It means another step towards the creative independence I have been craving and the freedom to work and live for myself rather than someone else.
I have felt listless and stressed about my future lately. There was a long few months of hopelessness and feeling stifled. So hopeless about the future, in fact, that I haven't been doing anything to change it. So for the last three days, I have been working towards it, a little each day, and recording my progress. It is not much, but it is fulfilling and has a marked lift in my spirits.
What a wonderful idea for an app!
The internet is a wonderfully varied place where all manor of crazy things can happen. I am constantly blown away by human innovation and ideas.
One of those ideas I happened upon a few days ago was Foap, an app that lets you upload cell phone pictures to sell to companies for their social media ads. Foap sells them for $10, and you get half. Joining and posting photos to sell has been nearly effortless. You take so many pictures during the day that sometimes you don't even notice.
So I have been adding pictures to Foap and I will keep you updated on my successes (if I have any). I'm glad to have an outlet for the photos I take (I rather obsessively take photos of my food and nature) and no one wants to see all of them on Facebook ("Seriously, is she posting another picture of a tree!?").
Has anyone else had any success with Foap or a similar app?
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