Utter Lack of Ability

Daily Prompt: Might As Well Jump

June 18, 2013

What’s the biggest risk you’d like to take — but haven’t been able to? What would have to happen to make you comfortable taking it?

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I wrote this in “haibun” form, something I have only recently discovered, thanks to this blogger’s page and competition right here: http://yepirategunn.weebly.com/2/post/2013/06/ligo-haibun-challenge-1406-2106.html.

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I am one of those people who have two left feet. Not the kind that say it out of modesty, mind you – I am absolutely, utterly, horrendously incapable of dancing. To add to that, I’m decidedly overweight as well, making it less cute if I blunder around, tires bulging, than if, say, Cameron Diaz or Enrique Iglesias did.

I associate dancing with passion, sexuality and whirling around in the sheer excitement of living; at least, that’s what it looks like to me when others dance. I would give just about anything to be able to dance, yet unfortunately my sense of pride keeps me from making an absolute fool of myself. Funnily enough, I believe that it’s not so much a general sense of pride holding me back as much as shame: shame for my appearance and my stark lack of ability.

I believe that if I lost weight, or if I (privately) attained a certain minimum level of proficiency in any dance form, I would gain the confidence required to dance in public.

Mistakes and missteps

Make a mockery of me.

Will I ever dance?

 

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Meet-cute

Figment’s daily theme:

Your Daily Theme for June 6, 2013
A “meet-cute” is a charming first interaction between two characters who will become romantically involved. (Think the tangled dog leashes in 101 Dalmatians.) Write a meet-cute between two characters.

Headphones clamped around her ears, vacuum-sealed, she couldn’t hear the argument raging just four feet away; couldn’t hear the net café customer yell himself hoarse about having lost his seat to some “random girl off the road”; didn’t see the owner apologetically but firmly shrug a diplomatic “no”; didn’t notice the disgruntled visitor throw himself down on the chair next, sighing audibly. She was lost, fighting far off people from far off lands…and she won. Again. She only noticed when the angry fist-on-table near her shook the table. She looked up, as did he. More than the table shook.

Link to my piece on Figment:

http://figment.com/books/651913-Meet-cute

His World

The First Thing
 
Write out a person’s day in terms of the first things he or she does. An example is provided below:
The first thing she did each day was stretch her toes over the edge of her mattress. 
The first thing she saw was her reflection in the pink vanity she’d gotten when her career aspiration was “princess.”
The first thing she ate each morning was an English muffin, pooled with melted butter.
The first thing she put on was her silver locket.

The first thing he did on waking up was to give that baby dinosaur screech-grunt, stretching as if to make his 6’ 6’1”.

The first thing he wore was his gleaming wristwatch, a reminder of paternity and duty.

The first thing he did after leaving his room was to wake his kindergartner up with a kiss on the forehead, reminding him of happiness.

The first thing he ate was a bowl of Lucky Charms, an unshakable habit since age six.

The first thing he saw when he left the house was the world; and when he came home: his world.

Link to my story on Figment:

http://figment.com/books/647890-His-World

Me

In response to Meet Your Fellow Trifectans at http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2012/01/meet-your-fellow-trifectans.html :

  1. What is your name (real or otherwise)?  windandlaughter
  2. Describe your writing style in three words. first-take creative surplus
  3. How long have you been writing online? just over a month
  4. Which, if any, other writing challenges do you participate in? 1.Daily Post’s “Daily Prompt” and “Weekly Writing Challenge”   and 2. Figment’s “Daily Themes”
  5. Describe one way in which you could improve your writing. Probably by excising out the redundant bits.
  6. What is the best writing advice you’ve ever been given? Charles Bukowski’s “So You Want To Be a Writer” http://allpoetry.com/poem/8509537-So_You_Want_To_Be_A_Writer-by-Charles_Bukowski
  7. Who is your favorite author?  J. K. Rowling
  8. How do you make time to write? I stay up late; it’s the perfect time to write – you can write undisturbed, and you never feel bad sacrificing sleep to your passion.
  9. Give us one word we should consider using as a prompt. Remember–it must have a third definition. art art
  10. Direct us to one blog post of yours that we shouldn’t miss reading. https://windandlaughter.wordpress.com/2013/05/21/walking-in-beauty/

Creativity, Georgia

Figment’s Daily Theme of the day:
Your Daily Theme for 5/22/20
Despair, Nevada
 
There are so many cities in the world, and a nearly infinite number of fictional towns in addition. Pick an intangible noun (think “hope,” “friendship,” “fear,” “loathing,”) and write a short scene set in a town with that name.
Creativity, Georgia

Ethan walked past Contraption Row on his way home from school, dragging his feet. He’d just managed to skip Creative Theory 101. What was so great about uniqueness anyway? Or even creativity? Why not just do whatever you want to, without bothering about the result? Why care about differentiating it from everything else? He kicked a rock in frustration. His eyes followed it as it rebounded off the signpost for Originality Lane and rolled to a stop near a broken mirror fragment, diffusing the reflecting sunlight. Thinking back to Haiku 101, he scribbled,

“Stolidly settled rock-

Softening sunbeam.”

He smiled.

 

Original Link:

http://figment.com/books/643574-Creativity-Georgia

Epiphany

I was walking out on the porch with my mother today as she caught me up on several months’ worth of news, and I her. Nine o’clock at night and the breeze was deliciously electrifying, and the dark perfect for confidences. I prattled on about my life for a while before letting her take over; I got to hear about everything from housing developers, deception and lawsuits to the Koreans who’d moved in next door. Looking out at the purplish-maroon, almost-starless sky, it hit me that this was life – there was always someone to catch up with, someone who wanted to share news and some time with you. You hop from setting to setting in life, always with different groups of people; first you’re with the one, then you switch partners, almost like a lifelong dance.

It struck me earlier in the day that this was what liberation and adulthood meant – learning that everything is transient – and not being bothered by it; reveling in it almost, reveling at your capability for adaptation and enjoyment and understanding of life and people, and their need for space and change; and appreciation and acceptance of yourself as an individual, not dependent on anyone but yourself; the ability to look optimistically at life and take advantage of every situation you’re vaulted into with a leap.

Just today’s little epiphany.