What my computer might say

I found this writing prompt this morning on writer's digest's website. I thought it was fitting since the prompt calls for it to be morning. I started to post it then, but then got distracted by living life. :) So here it is. I wrote the first one then thought, "I wonder what my computer would really say..." then wrote the second one. I think it would probably sound better if you read the second one first, then the first one, but I'm posting them like I wrote them. Ill have to try reading them in reverse and see how that sounds.

I wonder what I'm going to dream about tonight. Last night I dreamed I was in a grocery store looking for...no idea. I always have really crazy or vivid or detailed dreams. So maybe Ill remember mine tonight and give you a glimpse of the inner workings of my subconscious.

Love to you. I wish I could hug you!

July 15, 2011

One morning you are sitting in front of your computer working on your novel when, suddenly, the computer starts talking to you. What does it say? Does it deliver an important message or just want to chat?

Child

Stop writing and start living. Start oozing with life. Start running towards something instead of away. Open your arms wide and embrace everything you come in contact with. Stop trying and start doing. Stop staring and start asking. Stop repressing and start telling. Telling your story. Open your mouth wide and shout out who you are. And if you don’t know in that moment, shout out who you want to be, and who you are will just collide with that person. You are on fire and you were made to spread across the globe. So spread already. Let your fire ignite the trees and the earth. Let it touch everyone who steps in its path and just burn them down. Consume them up in your fire. Stop waiting and start going. Stop wondering and start acting. Child why are you so tired? Maybe it’s because your mind is always racing. Maybe it’s because your body is moving though you just sit still. So stand up and let it move. Let it race. Let it run. But don’t run away from it, let it take you across the ocean. Let it make you sail on the sea. The summer is here and the sky is pale blue. Periwinkle blue. And the coffee shops are open and the coffee needs to be drank. So go drink it. Hold it in your hands and sip it down. Reminisce on why you liked that shop in the first place. Go sit outside at Humboldt even if it does take you a half hour to get there. Go there. And sit and don’t worry about it. Don’t worry about gas and resources today. Just go sit and stare and ask questions and do. Clean your room but also walk. Tell a story but also sing. And live your life. Let it drip down your arms onto the paper. Let it move inside your soul but don’t keep it locked up in there. Share your life. Breathe your life into existence. Tell yourself who you are and then be that person. Tell yourself what you can do and then do it all. And do it all well. You are a mountain. You are a fire. Go and burn the whole world down.

Hey, you there. The one who keeps pushing my buttons. I like the way it feels when you type on me. so keep doing that. It massages me and makes me feel alive and well used. I like that feeling. So thank you for that. But I do have a complaint. What I don’t like is facebook. I don’t like all of the random profile checks. I don’t like the late night staring at my screen when you know you should be sleeping. I don’t like the random updates on what people you haven’t talked to in years are doing. Why do you even care? I know...you don’t care. Yet you keep reading them as if you do. So let me be the first to tell you, stop. It’s great to hold on to friendships. It’s great to reconnect with people you miss but have lost. It’s great to be connected. But even I know that connection comes from words in person. Connection comes from hugs and smiles and warm food and laughter. The real kind. The kind that echoes in your ears and then reverbs in your soul. Not the kind that LOLs across my page. Connection comes through smells, even the bad ones. The ones that let you know that the person youre sitting across from is actually alive. I enjoy the time we spend together, but I am not alive. So go out and spend some time with actual people, not their online personalities. I love all of the research you do. Really I do. I love looking things up for you and being able to produce infinite amounts of bunny trails. I really do. But I don’t really understand the point of it all. Where is all of this information going? I mean really, what is it all for? Is it so that your brain can be packed full with bits and pieces of every topic in existence? Or do you plan on actually doing something with all of this knowledge one day? The first thing to do would be to take one of these alive smelly people and talk to them about it. And if they don’t get it, talk to someone else about it. And soon you will have a little group of people who actually get all of the research you do on here. And what they don’t get, you will all learn together. And that will be real true community. So my dear friend and owner, while I love the time we spend together I really think you should get out and spend some time with humans like you. And when you want to be alone, spend some time massaging my keys. Type away at my keyboard and create stories and think about your day and analyze life and do that thing I love that you do-write about something.