I am touch-typing this and it feels awkward. Give me a qwerty keyboard any day of the week, but not this pointy pecking. I tried to share my Azerothian writing with the writing group yesterday and it did not go well. Remember that bemused confusion? Yup. I called it dude. Now it’s during ‘ sacred writing time’ again and I left my writing stuff at home. It was kind of a goofy morning. I forgot I poured in water in the coffee pot last night and refilled it. Water poured out of the back and flooded the counter and floor, narrowly missing the cereal boxes. Last night when Iplugged in my computer to my monitor the monitor did that “I am broken now” thing which will result in a new, relatively cheap one when it’s payday and finding a suitable recycling disposal for the broken one. Not a big deal. Really. Not at all. I’m comfortable, fed, and relatively protected. The only inconvenience is I have to postpone yet another OLRG until I can get a monitor. The coffee pot and broken monitor have nothing to do with one another. I am full of non sequiturs and misdirected thinking. While rereading some of my past work I realized what a shitty writer I am. Even Mrs. Whitworth needs a big-time edit. Telling people you wrote a story about a pixelized cat in a make believe world does not have a lot of gravitas when compared to stories of brain tumors and death.
Here’s my writing prompt for you: if you could shoplift anything from one of he vendors in Azeroth what would it be? If you got caught, what would be a suitable punishment?