The Last Thing I Remember

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This is a short story I had pop into my head while at work one day that I just had a chance to write down. While I was writing it, I thought that the concept of “The Last Thing I Remember” would make a pretty good prompt for people to make into their own stories. There’s so many different directions that it can be taken. Mine is rather …..wrong.

If you feel like writing your own tale of someone’s last thing remembered, feel free to do so. Also, you can link back to this post, if you so choose.

Immediately after I woke up, a bright light was being shined into my eyes.  This was followed by the excited chatter of people whose voices I had never heard before. One of the voices, in a very authoritarian timbre, began asking me questions.

“What’s your name,” was the first query.

“Ben…

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Ugh….

Me: Baby E, why is there poop all over the toilet seat?

Baby E: I have diarrhea.

Me: Why didn’t you come get me or mommy?

Baby E: I don’t know. 

Me: Next time tell one of us, honey.

Baby E: Why?

Me: Because now it’s dried onto the toilet seat and will be harder for Daddy to clean.

Baby E: Ohhhhhhhhhh….. ok.

Me: (sigh)

A Couple of Post Updates

Last week, I told you about how I’m on the fence about continuing with a story that I had started. I didn’t think that I had the time or effort to put into the research I’d need to do to give the story some credibility, to make it as good as I want it to be.

Well, I’ve decided to put that story on hold. It may be temporary, or it may be permanent. It just depends on whether I ever come to a time that I feel like I can finish it properly. I’d rather have an incomplete story that I’m happy with than a complete one that I don’t like.

The other post I’m going to be talking about is from way back in November. It was a post in my Versus series. In it, Matticus and I each made an argument on who would win in a fight. He chose Duncan McLeod. I chose Achilles. At the end of the post, I put a poll down at the bottom for people to vote on who they thought would win. I thought I had set up the poll to close after a week. Apparently, I was wrong. It’s still going.

Over three months have passed now, so I’m calling it. The winner is:

Achilles!

Although, to be honest, it should’ve been an 11-10 outcome instead of 12. I accidentally voted when I was trying to figure out if it was still active. Oops.

A big round of applause to Matt for playing along with me. Sorry for the technical difficulties…

I wouldn’t mind doing another of these posts, if anyone out there is interested in going up against me. Hopefully I’ll be able to iron out the poll glitches before then, though.

Hiatus

Despite the fact that this is my fourth post in the last three days, I’m actually not in this here blog very often. The recent uptick is due to me not bringing in a new book to read on break at work after finishing my last one. Once I finally remember to grab one in the morning as I’m coming in, it’ll all go back to normal. 

However, in about 2 1/2 weeks, my blog presence will drop off to next to nothing for about 2 months. I’m going to have some issues at home that I’m going to need to take care of and it won’t leave me with a lot of free time. 

During that period , I may find the time to do what I’m doing now, writing a post while on break, but it will probably be sporadic at best.

I’ll still be on here until then. And I’ll come back once everything settles down. I’m just going to need some time away.

Going On

Anyone that has been coming to this here blog for a while has probably noticed that, on the sidebar, there’s a column that says “Currently Writing”. Ever since that has been up there, there’s been an entry that says “Twin Earths”. Twin Earths is a story that I have been writing on and off for close to a decade. A few months ago, I got back into it and swore that I would finish it this time, no matter what. 

Now, I’m thinking about breaking that promise to myself. I’m debating on whether I should write in it at all anymore. 

Honestly, the only reason I haven’t given up on it yet is the amount of time that I have put into it. This last time I began writing is the third different time that I have started over in it. I have pages of notes about characters and plot points that I wanted to cover. It just seems like such a waste to give up on all of that.

However, this story was a big undertaking. I had so much planned out that I would have had to make it a duology, which I used to think was fitting considering that it’s called Twin Earths. It’s just too much to live up to now. 

I’m halfway through the first book and I’m having trouble coming up with a reason to keep going. I’ve given up on a number of different projects since I’ve began writing. Most of the time, it’s because I’ve lost passion for the project: the story doesn’t excite me as much as it first did, I don’t like the characters as much as when I started, or a number of other reasons. This time, though, that’s not the case.

I still like the characters. I have the will to continue on. I have faith in the story.

I just don’t have faith that I’m the right one to tell it.

This story is epic, talking place on a global scale. That means that I would have to write about places and cultures that I don’t know about. There is a lot of fighting in it, which would mean that I would need to know a lot about modern police and military tactics. I don’t. Sure, I could probably look a lot of that stuff up, but I just don’t have the time or energy to do that. 

That just leaves me with the question: Should I continue on, knowing that the story will never be as good as I want it to be just so I can finish it, or should I take everything I’ve done and shove it in the back of a closet in hopes that one day I’ll have the time to write it well enough to do the story justice?

As of this moment, I think I’m done.

Little Victories 

The longer I’m at my job, the more I’m growing to despise it. While the work itself isn’t hard, it is pretty monotonous. I used to be able to power through that by playing songs in my head, since we’re not allowed to listen to music. I can’t do that anymore because of the people I work with, who make me wish I could call in every day of the week. They never leave me the hell alone. 

I don’t really like anyone that I work with anymore. There’s a few that are ok, but, for the most part, they all annoy rhe crap out of me. Out of the dozens of people here, there are maybe 2 or 3 that I would even consider hanging out with outside of work. And I probably still wouldn’t. 

So, in order to make my time spent on the job remotely tolerable, I’ve began messing with my team lead. While we’re not overly fond of each other, we’ve worked together long enough that we can get along. Lately, I’ve been playing a game to see if I can say something that will get him to just shake his head and walk away. Since he’s used to my antics, it’s not easy, but here are a couple of times that it’s worked.

  • He asked me why I was taking so long to get something done, so I responded, “Well, I was doing that, but then (our boss) told me to do something else. So, I did that. Then, I went to the bathroom and took a righteous dump. There were several casualties, but everyone survived. Now, I’m finishing up what you asked me to do.”
  • They recently got new computers. One of them, which is pretty much only used by me, has been acting up since it was set up. It will sporadically act like it’s going into hibernation mode, but it’ll only last for 5 seconds. This is very disruptive for me since I have to enter in information on it. When I first told him about it, he said he didn’t think it could be that bad, to which I replied, “I know. I didn’t think anything could mess up as much as you do, but I actually found it.”
  • He told me that some side project needed to be finished by a certain time. I told him, “You know, with as much shit as you give me, you’d think I’d have one to give. But I don’t…”

There are more, but they’re more of a “you have to work here in order to get it” variety. So, I’ll leave you with those.