Tuesday’s truly are my favorite day to post prompts because to me, music is one of the most inspirational tools and I love sharing the songs that have inspired me along the way. Especially if it opens the door to new artists that you’ve never heard of.
The first time I heard this song was during the movie Groove. Unless you’re a fan of 90′s electronica you’ve probably never heard of it, but believe me when I say that it is the epitome of what it feels like the first time you experience heaven in the form of ecstasy. And this song is a highly nostalgic reminder of that feeling. I only wish I could go back fifteen years and experience it from the beginning. I’m not sure how to describe it, but there’s something in the main chorus beat that sends chills up my spine, somehow almost in slow motion. It’s an amazing song from an amazing period in time.
I slept all day. Not because I wanted to, but because I feel like complete and utter road kill. The only way I can describe it is to say that I feel like I’m going through withdrawal. My bones ache, my body hurts, I’ve had a massive headache for about 5 days straight now. No food satisfies me and everything makes me feel like I’m going to vomit. On top of that, my right eye won’t stop twitching and I feel like I somehow pulled a muscle in my throat, if that is even possible.
I have this beautiful idea for a very short story. I mean, it probably won’t even end up being more than a page or two, but I can’t get the first thing written. I have plenty of notes… words and phrases that I jotted down when I started getting a feel for the story. I pulled up a youtube video to kind of give me an idea for my setting which aided me in visualizing it. But now, I can’t even decide on one fucking sentence. A hush fell over crowd as she stepped onto the stage, all sex and sizzle in a sparkling gold dress. But then, I think, no I don’t want to start with her already on stage without getting into the setting first. Friday nights at the Loft were filled with smooth jazz and mingling bodies. But then I have all these non-sentences: sultry smooth jazz drifted through the large room; dusky and smokey; sweat mingling with the light scent of booze as bodies press together on the open dance floor, blah blah blah. My head hurts just thinking about it. It’s ridiculously frustrating. I tried to tell myself that it obviously isn’t going to be perfect on the first draft, but apparently that’s not the way my mind works. Each sentence has to be superb on the first attempt. Gag me. And ohmygod, if my eye doesn’t stop twitching it’s going to push me over the edge. I tried typing it. I tried handwriting it. I tried watching TV for a bit and then coming back to it. Nothing works.
This is when I start realizing that I am never going to accomplish anything in my life. If I can’t finish one goddamn story that I (for the first time) have almost completely outlined already, what the hell am I ever going to do?
I have had a headache for days now. Not your normal just a little throbbing action, either. I mean like full blown make-me-wanna-throw-up blinding pain. I actually contemplated cutting my head off from the neck up. But then I realized it’d be awfully hard to watch Lost Girl without a head. So I come to you, through all the agony with today’s scenario prompt.
One night an artist creates a sculpture. Doesn’t know why, but he/she becomes obsessed with finishing it and pours all his/her heart and soul into it. POOF! The next morning they wake up and it’s gone. They report it missing but then shortly after a man/woman shows up in their life that looks oddly familiar. Maybe its the cop that shows up to take their statement? Or a random stranger who shows up on their doorstep? However it happened, they realize that it’s their sculpture come to life.
How about them apples?…..
I absolutely adore this photo. It makes me wish for a simple life of corn dogs and carny music. Where the pressures of life mean nothing and all that matters are boys and cotton candy. If only I would’ve taken more pictures of myself growing up, but I was too self conscious and cared more about how I looked than having the memories to look back on. What do you think their story is? ….
Most of us need to have fun once in a while, a little break from our mostly hum-drum boring lives. Something that leaves you feeling like a kid again, remembering what it was like when the most important part of your day was deciding what type of cereal to have for breakfast. So be a kid again for a moment and play Truth-or-Dare with me!
TRUTH: What was the silliest thing you’ve ever done? Whether it was when you were a wee chitlin or even if you were a grown up pulling a child’s prank, tell us what you’ve done that made you feel like a kid.
DARE: Ask a complete stranger for a hug. Be a little spontaneous… do it on a bus or in an elevator or in line at the grocery store. See the reaction you get for asking someone you’ve never met for a little one on one affection.
These may seem a little on the silly side, but that’s the point. If you just can’t bring yourself to accost a complete stranger, but cant remember a time when you did something just to make you or someone else laugh, then go for it now! Play a game of duck duck goose with the neighbors kids, call and ask a store to page Seymore Butts, start a game of ding-dong-ditch. Do something just for the hell of it and tell us all about it.
1. To emit small bubbles of gas, as a carbonated or fermenting liquid.
2. To escape from a liquid as bubbles; bubble up.
3. To show high spirits or animation.
[Latin effervēscere : ex-, up, out; see ex- + fervēscere, to start boiling, inchoative of fervēre, to boil; see bhreu- in Indo-European roots.]
ef′fer·ves′cence, ef′fer·ves′cen·cy n.
Some of you may think that effervescent is a Gothic rock band…. others may already know it for it’s correct meaning and some may have never heard the word at all. I think it’s one of those words that’s just fun to say, and so has become this weeks creative inspiration. What’s the first thing that comes to mind? Whether it has anything to do with the actual word, or its meaning or possibly, even, what you thought it meant… get those creative juices flowing and show me the money!
One thing that many of you don’t know about me is my obsession with period music and movies/tv. Although celtic, new age, old-world fantasy is my favorite, I love anything from the Elizabethan era to Colonial times.
I had never heard of Lindsey Stirling until just recently, but when I did, I instantly fell in love with her. She is so unbelievably talented and has come so far, mostly on her own. When I listen to her play the violin my mind goes wandering and it transports me to another world. Her original music is so beautiful, I could easily listen to it all day. It’s kind of like a mixture of trance (which is my absolute favorite style of music) and celtic with a touch of classical thrown in. But her covers are wonderful, too. The collaboration she does of “Grenade” left me speechless the first time I heard it.
The video I posted is probably my favorite of her original songs, and I suggest you check it out whether you need a little inspiration or just need a musical nudge. I welcome any comments you have regarding her music, love or hate! See ya round next time. <3