Home for a Week

Hello all. I’m back home for about a week during spring break. I will continue to try and update this every couple days if I can. There are a number of distractions (which is just bound to happen while on vacation) but I won’t let them stop me from making stories. So anticipate me posting another story here in a day or so.

Also, when I logged on today I saw I got views today. I’m gonna say whoo! Mainly because I feel like that’s the first big step. I am not advertising this blog to any of my friends, at least not yet. I want to try and get my stories to be known by themselves. I want the word of mouth to begin, not with the author, but by the fans. If worst comes to worst then I’ll tell people about it. Dunno how long I should wait… we’ll see.

In the mean time, I’ve been reading writing prompts (mainly from writersdigest.com) trying to get some inspiration for future stories. I’m wanting to avoid just posting stories that Ive written over the years, but that allows for writer’s block to hit me all over again. They’ve been a great help.

Anyway, I can’t wait to continue writing and hearing what you guys all have to say about what you’ve read. I’m always open to a little constructive critism, that’s how people get better. Just keep it constructive. Thanks!

Three Wishes

John stretched. He had a tendency to sleep in on the weekends when he didn’t work. He did not like that. Sleeping the day away will only lead to a wasted day. “Early to rise makes men healthy and wise” was a saying that John much preferred over “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” John stood up and put on his robe and slippers.

Once warm and surrounded by softness, he went down the hall and into the kitchen for his breakfast. Pouring cereal and milk into a bowl allowed for his mind to wander. It never wandered that far, always back to his job. John always thought about how he could do his job better.

There was a knock on the door. John’s brow furrowed in confusion. After returning the milk carton to the fridge he went to answer. A delivery man stood outside holding a package. John signed for it and closed the door placing the package on the coffee table. Looking around he couldn’t find his pocket knife. Probably in the other room, but his keys were right here. He used one to tear the tape and open the box. More

Hello everyone!

Hello! My name is Ian. I’ve been thinking about making a blog where I just write about things that happen for a while. I’ve always loved writing but I generally lack the motivation to sit down and write. Hopefully this will help.