2 a.m.

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I Should Be Writing

Published March 11, 2014 by ia84

Really.  I should.  I’m sitting here with a whole story idea in my head, and I’m too scared to sit and put it down on paper.

I’m a chicken.  I’m not proud of this, but at least I’ll own up to it.

The thing is, I’ve discovered that when I start to write stories, they tend to be a little dark.  Scratch that.  They tend to be really messed up and super dark.  Which, if you’re Stephen King definitely works in your favor.  However, if you’re me, it just tends to be scary.  I don’t like to think that there’s that much darkness in me.  Or, maybe I just don’t like acknowledging that my brain is able to come up with stories that are really messed up.

Of course, maybe if I actually completed my stories, instead of freaking myself out with them and quitting half-way through, I’d have something awesome.

And maybe, it’s 2 a.m., and I should be sleeping, and instead am in the process of realizing that Stephen King and George R.R. Martin have written pretty messed up stuff, and they don’t seem to regret it or be freaked out by it.  It’s 2 a.m. and I just realized that this post lacks any grammar correctness.

I shall be banned from the Grammar Rodeo.

Dear Neighbors Downstairs

Published March 17, 2013 by ia84

Hi, it’s me.  We’ve met once.  You recently moved in, and you certainly seem nice.  I just have some questions…

Why are you opening and closing doors all night long?  How many times do you need to open and close your closet door at 2 a.m.?  Why are you even awake at 2 a.m.?  (For that matter, why am I awake at 2 a.m.?)  Are you awake?  Is this some sort of sleep-walking door opening/shutting thing you have?

Now, I realize that the one time we met, I told you that the walls are pretty thick, and we don’t hear much through them.  The last person who lived in your unit was a nice, quiet old lady.  The only time we heard a peep out of her was during Husker games.  This is Nebraska, so no much surprise there.  I don’t know if you took this all to mean that you could be super loud All. The. Time., or what.  I’m just confused as to how so much noise can emanate from down there.

Anyway, I hope that one day you’ll find what you’re looking for in your closet.

Love,

Your super tired, and possibly passive-aggressive upstairs neighbor