So, this is the introduction to my little ‘challenge’ I’ve put forth to myself, and in a way, I hope this really works. I lack a lot of discipline when it comes to sitting down and writing things, or keeping up with blogs, or anything like that. This project is inspired by a quote I saw on Facebook yesterday… “Tomorrow is the first blank page of a 365 page book. Write a good one.” And, since I’ve always wanted to become a writer, but I’ve maintained that I lack the discipline to sit down and do the actual writing, maybe this will encourage me a bit? Who knows!
The things I write on this blog will be probably numerous in nature, and there’s no guarantee where they will take me. Stories, poetry, fanfiction, musings, anything and everything really, is what I plan on putting on here. As long as it’s at least a page in length, and something that’s come out of my head and typed onto the screen, that’s all that should really matter. I say at least a page, because let’s face it – if the muses have struck, and I’m sitting here going “oh but this is more than a page worth of material!” I’m not going to want to stifle that creativity, am I?
I suppose, in a lot of ways, this is similar to the concept of NaNoWriMo, which is something I always keep telling myself I should participate in, and then NaNoWriMo happens, and I never participate, hah. I really hope I can keep this up. I’m determined to do my best.
I’ve titled this “The Loremistress Project” based off one of my projects that I constantly want to participate in when it comes to World of Warcraft, but always start and never finish, haha. A character who wanders the world, writing down all the stories of the people (I keep focusing Horde-side as most of my main characters are Alliance based) and this character is always entitled “Loremistress”. I have a couple of them created, all of them Pandaren Monks so far, and the aim is to spec them as Brewmasters. I always get distracted though, so hopefully this will encourage that project along as well!
Funny, I never thought trying to write a page a day would be so hard, especially when writing down your thoughts. I’m about halfway through the page and I have a funny feeling that most days will feel like this… struggling to put my thoughts on paper, unless I’m in the middle of a story idea. I guess, for lack of any other introduction, I could move forward and just start writing something creative eh? Let’s go…
I dream of stalking through fields of long grass, hunting my prey as it moves through the waves, unaware of my presence. I dream of running outside under the moon when it’s high, chasing mice and squirrels. I dream of laying outside in the warmth of the sun, dozing, as queen of my domain.
Instead, I am stuck here, inside the house, with just my humans for company. I lay on their bed, covering it with my scent and leftover furbits, informing them that the house is mine, not theirs.
I wander when awake, through the house, making soft noises to let them know that I am still there, and of course, that I need their attention on me. Scratches, pets, the feel of their hands as they glide silkily over my fur. And then they open that box and pour out all the tasteless biscuits in my bowl for me.
I shouldn’t complain. They offer me other things sometimes, food that smells delicious, but memories of food that smelled ok but that made me very sick surface and I turn my nose up at it. I’ll eat the tasteless biscuits. They keep my belly full, and give me energy when I need it the most.
I suppose, in my own way, I do love these humans that smother me with affection. The woman, I enjoy sleeping on her chest at night when it’s cold. She keeps me warm, and I protect her. The man, I let him hold me sometimes. The sound of his heartbeat is often soothing, and comforting.
This house, it is my life. It’s a good life, and I’m very lucky to be in a forever home such as this. But sometimes, I dream…