I’ve decided that my Blog will be written with Prompts. At least for now. Prompts are a great way to get yourself writing when you don’t know what to write. It beats stirring at the blank page. Why not give it a try?
COMPOSE WITH UTTER FREEDOM AND EDIT WITH UTTER DISCIPLINE. – Erica Jong
PROMPT – Write About the Passing of Hours
It’s raining, cold, foggy. I sit on my rocker in the sun room watching the rain fall. There is much to do. There is always much to do. I look at my watch but can’t focus on the time. In the distance I can hear the Grandfather clock ticking, ticking, ticking in the hallway. It’s a soothing experience. The rain almost hypnotizes me but I’m still awake hearing the tap, tap, tap on the skylight and the roof. I rock to no where but yet am I really here?
The rocking adds to the hypnotizing. It feels soothing. It brings comfort to my soul. My feet swish back and forth, back and forth, back and forth across the floor adding to the rhythm. My hands rest on the arms of the rocker. My head is back against the pillow. Back and Forth. Back and Forth. Back and Forth. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Drip. Drip. Drip. I am soothed. I am hypnotized. And time passes on.