Throughout June, I decided to practice writing every day for a whole month. While it ended in failure, I did leave a bunch of content. This is mainly lazy work. It is edited rashly and can contain content that may offend people. I did not split it apart because I'd rather keeping organized with the works for June. With that said, I keep promises to post anything for "The Anything Book." I hope you enjoy. Godspeed.
5/30
I really find the concept of writing interesting. Sure, English is not quite a perfect outlet, and sometimes seems like an ultimate bore. Though hopefully speaking without filter mya stretch my writing skills to progression. I admit English is not that all interesting, but a technique of free writing could help its quality. No title, no format, no sense of an idea of what to do. Just type, type, and type. For the rest of the summer, I want JP (or however he wishes to call himself) to write a page per day, every day, for the rest of the month. The current month we have in June. If there are any lack of ideas in your head, writing prompts are everywhere. It is the internet after all.
For the past few days, I wondered if I could go back to writing in journals: to write what is true about my life and thoughts with no filter where nobody can judge. Well, kinda a hole there isn't its social media. Still, I don't like writing in a notebook. I remember when my grandma called it a diary. At least in Google Docs, people need permission to look at your stuff.
I am afraid of publication. I swear, all I think of is stories, yet I never had the motivation for production. Rewrite, I have no joy of energy when you commit to doing something. From Nevercake, we rely on motivation too much. I'm trying to grasp the term of what we really need: routine. Here's the thing: summer is a flexible schedule. I can make no commitments and there is very little punishment. Routine is like a blurred puddle. The type of puddle where you cannot see through as if it owns their own secret supply of clouds.
So JP, welcome to your free write page. Do this to the best of your ability. We all believe in you. Actually, don't you think this should be in your main account? Oh well, too far gone.
5/31/18
Outside the Window: What's the weather outside your window doing right now? If that's not inspiring, what's the weather like somewhere you wish you could be?
The weather right now is quite nice. You could watch the clouds as they form interpreted shapes that reach through your dreamy eyes. Birds are chirping on this sunny summer day. The temperature is bearable, an improvement from the last few days. I am worried if this is temporary as the skies have a tendency on changing at its whim without your consent. Still, birds are singing and flowers are blooming.
I took a bike ride across the block every day in the last few days. Might as well enjoy the weather. My eyes caught notice on other people's lawns. Our lawn is filled with dandelions. You know, those plants were you could blow wind and spreads everywhere. It's a pretty sight, but then we pay for it when it grows on someone's lawn and multiples. Our lawnmower will commit genocide to these dandelions. However, they keep coming back more than we can kill. Each dandelion contains around 2000 seeds. There are an estimated hundred of dandelions in the lawn right now. We would have more than two million dandelions that come out of this lawn and the numbers keep growing.
We do have weed killers, but I worry about the environment. Humans used poisons to certain animals and insects, but all we get is more immunity to these poisons or they carry these poisons into other animals. Garfield did recommend using poisons rather than whacking them to death. Does that carry on to weeds? You know, if I had a choice, I'd choose a house without a lawn. Less maintenance and is just used to be showy. Although, it does help with real estate. Still, it's a luxury I can live without. It's like buying and taking care of a pet, but for grass.
