In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Worst Case Scenario.”
I wonder what my friends think of me and my uncommon activities. No, I’m not into drugs or prostitution, it’s worse than that. At four o’clock in the morning I get up (whenever I’m off from work, otherwise is six o’clock) sit down with my tablet and write if I could. There are days that I can’t then I don’t. And there are days that I can but then I can’t. The last couple of days I was blaming my work crazy schedule because I can’t. Sneaking in the early morning hours or before going to bed to write has left me most of the time trying hard to stay awake than blog and write. Frankly before that, writing took back seat actually. Learning WordPress was an indispensable option. And now that I have the basic knowledge of wordpress, apparently, my hurdles aren’t over yet. There is always one that follows. To have a routine is primarily recommended by the gods of this craft for beginner writer/blogger. I can’t do that. I just do what I could do by reserving any available days exclusively for writing. But I am telling you there is always a hurdle. I don’t know if this is what one writer calls resistance. It comes out when we try to make something out of ourselves. Resistance I think is the twin child of desire. When I find the time to write, my phone rings.
Despite all the above, once in a while I could still navigate the blogging heavens. Until one day, my laptop screen is shaking. Now what? If it rains, it pours, or do they come in threes? For weeks I was on my knees praying to all Internet geeks asking for waranty that this is a minor trouble. My prayers, unanswered I can’t take it anymore. I have to buy a new one.
And now get ready for this, the real issue comes. Staying home alone and sitting in my glue chair after sometime, inspiration just doesn’t come by. Believe me, I tried going out to the local library, Starbucks, dunkin’ donuts, a forest, a cemetery or the mall but their internet service is unreliable. But, I think the writing gods is watching my persistence because one day he opened my eyes showing me the place. At one time I had a temp job and on my way to work, I’d get my coffee there. It was the diner where I’d get coffee. For a couple of mornings I’d sit down open my laptop, start writing, then head to work. For a couple mornings I’d be in heaven posting and publishing.
So, one day I need an inspiration and I want to go back to that diner, hook back with my morning muse, test myself how far can I go running after her. My friend who starts work at 5 in the morning agreed to drop me off at that diner early in the morning and pick me up after lunch. My plan was just to stay there until the city library opens I don’t think they’ll like me there for half day.
But this time I need to do an errand, to deposit my check. I was sure that 36 hours before I placed on top of the table the envelope with a check inside. And so at 4 o’clock in the morning a question and answer was going back and forth between us. It was my last week’s pay. I told him I’d stay to find it, but he won’t let me. So there we were inside the vehicle, him telling me how bad my day will get because I won’t be able to concentrate with my writing. For him this is a sympathy event for similar situations he had in the past. With him worrying for me, talking about the logical possible locations of the check, I admit helped me a bit.
For me the worst case scenario is to ask for a replacement check. And, at the end of the day to find inspiration for writing.