VIIII. Still 9 years ago…
“Cooper, do you know why you are here?” the therapist asked.
“Because my dad thought it would be a good idea,” Cooper answered.
“You don’t agree?” she asked.
He shrugged his shoulders.
“Tell me about the attack,” she questioned.
VIII. 9 years ago
Cooper was not a fan of Wyoming. It wasn’t that he hated the state itself, in fact, he loved the outdoors and Wyoming has a natural fantastic outdoor playground. His dislike had more to do with how bored he was at school and how even after seven years he didn’t fit in. Wyoming still wasn’t what he would call home. Nothing at school excited or challenged him. He finished his work quickly and efficiently. The other students didn’t have the same interests as him. He was able to keep in frequent touch with Malone and despite the distance they were still best friends. Although he knew Malone didn’t understand much of most topics that interested him Malone at least listened. Plus, they had history together. They had spent time pre-fever as Cooper referred to the incident. Malone’s mom agreed to let her son travel to Wyoming during the upcoming summer break to see his Wyoming friend. Both boys were excited for that visit. Trouble was that was still a few months away. For now, Cooper sat in a classroom trying to will the clock to tick faster.
Yesterday, I celebrated my tenth anniversary writing my little blog. It is now my second longest commitment I’ve ever undertaken (my first being my current job that beat it by four years). While it may not be an impressive blog to you, the fact that I am still here is pretty impressive to me. I don’t always stick to things so way to go, self!
As a pseudo-writer, I often ponder on the wonderful use of language to communicate. This is the year 2020 and we have come a long way to learn how to communicate more effectively. Let’s take a short look at our advancement as a species, shall we?
Write a poem
to commemorate that.
So you can
remember where you were at. Continue reading
I think this is fairly understood in theory but maybe we lose sight of it when we want our hard work acknowledged. Write for you while taking constructive, helpful criticism. Continue reading
I’m too tired to write
so I’ll dream instead.
The same story I’ll see
but only in my head. Continue reading
There was a day when she realized she didn’t have what it takes after all.
jot one thought down
one thought will do
one nugget found. Continue reading
I once read a book that had no tense conflict in it. Every page I turned I was waiting for the ball to drop and when it didn’t I thought it was a rather boring book. That’s when I realized conflict is a necessary component in any story. There needs to be tension for the characters to get through. But what kind of conflict makes for good reading? Continue reading