I crank up the volume, give a spin and caress my dancing partners wooden handle.
Careless whisper rings through my earbuds with each awkward step, as I belch out each line off key.
Bare toes tiptoe across the wet floor, forward and back, then side to side, stomping my feet to every beat.
The music dies and my arms raise the rag up high as the solo begins.
My hips swerve with my body as I perform my signature booty shake.
My feet slide across the floor as the screamer hits his frys, and I strike a pose with my mop mic.
I keep sliding, my legs go up and my body goes down, landing flat on my back.
I stare at the ceiling, counting the cobwebs I still need to clear, then move on to my air guitar solo, battling it out with the streaks on the linoleum floor.
The cleaning must go on.
Photo by Teri Lain
Like the true recluse, I enjoy the morning in its darkest hours, seeing, smelling and tasting what blissful miracles it has to offer.
Like the polite, well-mannered gentlewoman, I do nothing during those night morning hours, in fear of waking and offending those who sleep walk.
“Falling is the first step to flying.” – Gravity
I was walking along the road when I came across you sprawled across the yellow line, looking up to the sky.
Your words exactly: “I feel so close to God right now, it isn’t even funny.”
My response: “Just wait ’til a car comes, then you’ll get to meet him.”
I wear my sunglasses at work,
So I can,
So I can!
Ignore you while you taaalk!
(Insert amazing vocals and air guitar solo here.)
I feel like the last two months, Ive been stuck inside a giant snowglobe…
Me: *Pounds on imaginary glass in the middle of the parking lot, like an insane mime.* “Stupid, giant snowglobe people! Stop turning my life upside down and shaking it, and let me out already!”
I hate coworkers. -.- Thats why I work alone at my day job.
… Unless it involves another writer and we’re working on a story together. Then, Im the nicest person you know! ^.^
I don’t know what’s sadder. The fact that almost all of my friends are writers, or the fact that I’m related to half of them…
As a writer, I find it ironic that some of my favorite crime shows revolve around other writers…
Even as a kid, before I started writing, I loved “Murder, she wrote”.
And now, I get my nightly tv fix with “Castle”. I can’t get enough of those witty writer quips.
“You know, Bridget, you will eventually run out of short stories to post up from your previous website. You will have to sit down and write a new short story, one of these days.”
“I know, but its so hard to find time…”