On the Carousel of Writers Block

Heere we goo agaaain. Ah, looks like Summer vacations haven’t given me any inspiration to write. Or maybe it did?

If you’ve been on this blog before, you may know that this is probably the 3rd post about writers block that I do.

I just can’t help it.

Like, why does it happen? Why cannot I get over it? I have about 3 different drafts I just did but I didn’t like them. Why can’t I like them? What’s missing from them? What’s missing from me? More inspiration? More ideas? More will to do something? But how can I get that inspiration? How do I get those ideas? How do I get a will to do something about it? I don’t know.  I’m on this carousel of block again. But it’s been a few days since I last posted and I have that urge to post something. I want to but I can’t. Why? Because I have nothing interesting on mind.

Nothing has happened, I haven’t seen anything that catches my attention, no interesting conversations-wait.

Oh my lord.

I just remembered a great TV show that I love to watch. Well, guess I know what to write about tomorrow.

Hmm. Guess that writing about writers block is helpful.

Dead Tree

When I was the weird, hyperactive 9 year old child back in the day, there was a tree at school that me and my friends decided to name: Dead Tree. It was a dead tree.

Childhood is that time in life where nothing really matters. All you want is to just, go outside and play, probably break an arm, climb a tree and basically whatever you feel like doing, ya’ know? Well, when I was a child, in my Elementary school from 4th to 5th grade, all the way at the end of the baseball field, standing alone was a tree. It was a tree that one time in it’s life had leafs but now it had nothing but a bunch of old branches. Yup, the tree was dead.

Hence, me and my friends decided to make it our hangout spot during recess because it was away from all the evil teachers that would yell at us to not jump off the slide. We decided to name the tree and what better name for a dead tree than Dead Tree?

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**Not actually Dead Tree, this is just a random tree off Google.

Pfft, yeah, I know! Creativity to the MAX LEVEL. 

William Shakespeare who? Yo, we talking real creativity here with my tree buddy Dead Tree.

Anyways, we did so much with Dead Tree. We climbed it, we would race to it, and once we even planted skittles under it, hoping that a skittles tree would grow.

Now, what’s the point of this story?

That when you’re a child, even a dead tree at your school is your bests friend. I saw that the daily prompt today is ‘Soil’, it reminded me of the time that we tried to revive Dead Tree, even though to us, he was still alive.

And yes, the tree was a boy.

What’s sad is how we grow up, and we forget about these little things in life. Of course, there is always somebody who will forever remember them.

And in that case, it would be me.

One of my most favorite books is the book Ida B: and Her Plans to Maximize Fun, Avoid Disaster, and (Possibly) Save the World by Katherine Hannigan. It’s a children’s novel about a girl named Ida B. who is homeschooled and her only friends are her apple trees. What’s awesome bout it is that she talks to the trees and the trees “talk” to her. Image result for ida b bookSadly, her mother falls sick in Cancer and her father needs to sell some of their land to get money for her mother. Part of the land that he sells is part of her apple trees which, they are all destroyed and taken down for the new owners to build their home there. Ida B. falls into depression and changes her personality quite drastically because everything she loved was being destroyed, from her mother, to her family, to her only friends.

This book, is a wonderful book to me because it is the first book that I read in my childhood that actually left memories of it in me. I love to read, and as a kid I would always read a bunch of those typical children’s books like Captain Underpants, The Berenstein Bears (I refuse to accept the Mandela Effect), The Magic school bus and all that other stuff. Yeah, I do have memories of those as well same with all the plant books and history books I would always read because I had a thing for plants and history (still do) but, Ida B and Her Plans to Maximize Fun, Avoid Disaster and Possibly Save the World is the first ever book that actually gave me feelings and emotions for as a child.

And I related more to that book because of my friend, Dead Tree.

Dead Tree lives in Las Vegas, Nevada in the United States of America. I hope that he is still standing in his place. One day I shall go visit him and hopefully, I’ll see him with leafs like I always wanted to.

And if he’s still dead then whatever, Dead Tree is still the most awesome tree in the world.

Thank you for reading.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/soil/ click on these blue letters to be taken to the daily prompt and check other peoples posts.

…….Maybe they have a tree friend named Alive Tree?

Please Bury Me Six Feet Deep Now

You know when you do something or attempt to do something and it all goes wrong and you are left embarrassed and shamed and the experience will haunt you forever?

*flashback to something embarrassing* 

It’s moments like these when you want to just…stick your head in the ground like an ostrich or like the title of this post reads, bury yourself six feet deep into the ground.

Not speaking seriously of course don’t…don’t do that. I don’t why you would do that but no it’s just an expression so…yeah. Don’t.

Most of the times when we do something, we don’t think it’s embarrassing at all until a few days, weeks, maybe even months or years pass by and you are suddenly remembered many, many things that you regret. Or we realize we just turned into the center of attention in a bad way in the moment of doing whatever the fuck you’re doing that went wrong.

Well guess what? I wish I hadn’t done that is just an expression, because the feeling of WHY DID I DO THIS is a reality.

When you do something embarrassing, you don’t want to even remember it. You get kinda annoyed when a friend mentions it, you start to try to distract them or everybody from the topic. But do you know what’s the worst?

When these freaking memories of embarrassment hit you randomly in the middle of class, at 3:00 AM, during dinner, at anytime basically. Like, why does that happen?

Do these embarrassing moments come back to us all of a sudden to remind ourselves of how stupid we are (or can be)? We try to bury all these moments of our life into the deepest black hole ever but they suddenly make themselves come out again.

WHY.

Sigh.

daily prompt. https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/bury/

I’ll Chase You Around

” I’ll chase you around, ya know.

Don’t care how long it takes me to get there, but I’ll do it.

I’ll pursue you like how I pursue happiness.

I’ll make sure to count your every heartbeat.

I’ll make sure your breathing in and out.

I’ll make sure to guard you whenever you stop.

Only thing you will ever have to worry about is running into me.

Need to go somewhere? I’m going!

You won’t run fast, as I run faster.

I just love you, that’s all.

Hope you don’t mind! ”

-My neighbors dog the other day.

He chased me.

A Year of Blogging

Oh, it’s April 21st today. Well then. Hmm….

 

one year of blogging

I enjoy blogging very much, I really do. On my way, I’ve come across many amazing blogs and made great friends, I appreciate it all and I feel very pleased with having my blog. It’s nice to find something new and try it out, I wasn’t really much into writing until I started this blog, now, after a year, I have came to learn to enjoy what I do here and I will keep on enjoying it!

I remember being sad the day I started this blog, lol.

And I’m happy now!

But I still want my french fries sooo….

*Gets depressed*

 

Thanks for a year of blogging! ^^

More to come~

-Karuchan~

 

 

 

 

I’ve Been Having Tempting Thoughts…

I’ve been having such hot, delicious thoughts about you recently..

At night, when I’m alone in my bedroom, covered in coldness, I think about you.

Your so hot, so slim, so long….

It makes me hungry for you….

I just want to shove you all inside my mouth..

And taste that salty goodness.

But my closest McDonald’s isn’t 24 hours.

So my order of fries will have to wait.

Dammit.

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This is what happens when you see an ad for fries on TV….isn’t it?

I want fries.

Daily prompt: Fry