I haven't been doing much writing lately (bad Gwen!) and while I'd like to say it's cuz I'm preparing for an interview, working, and now taking the evil math class known as Calculus 1, or being a beta, but I know that, deep down, it's cuz I'm lazy. Like...super super lazy. Or as my mother puts it, a procrastinator.
I can't say she's wrong. There's a book I've been meaning to mail out for a replacement for over a week now. It's still sitting on the counter. And while it's damaged I might as well still keep it. It's not that bad off, and the money's been refunded...
See, I'm terrible!
Which is why I can't resist about a blog hop about a writing prompt I discovered on J.A. Bennet's site. I mean, the picture is just so beautiful.
It's sponsored by Lillie McFerrin, Angie Richmond , Daniel Swenson , and Angela Goff (and as I can't get the linky thing to work, to check out others on the blog hop visit their sites) with prizes being critiques and a copy of On Writing. I really need to read that. Rules are 300 words or less using the photo above for inspiration, to be submitted before Jan 30. And like I said before, I just couldn't resist, so here's my entry. No procrastinating this time!
Lina could never describe the colors in the Sleeping World, it most likely had something to do with the fact that when she was awake she couldn't see because she had been born blind. But others who worked with her, who were in other regions of the World, called it bleak and gray. Lina was just happy she could see trees and flowers.
She already knew light. She could detect that when awake and it helped out with her job: enter the Sleeping World, the way point between waking and dreams, and destroy the lights. They came in all sorts of sizes and shapes; lamps, bulbs screwed into trees, or light up flowers. The one in front of her was a blub hanging from the sky.
Others she knew would brake the light, shattering glass on to the earth, but she always did it gently. Lina just had to make sure the light didn't shine any more, not break it, and so settled with unscrewing the blubs. She knew what she was doing, killing people by detaching their souls from their bodies. There was no reason to destroy the souls as well.
Lina unscrewed the light bulb, tucked it in the never full and always light satchel on her waist that held the souls of all the people she'd killed, and then forced herself to wake up.