The idea is simple – post an unedited stream of consciousness piece that ties into the weekly prompt – this week’s is to write a post which uses an ordinal number.
I’m running late to SoCS this week – and, since that’s the topic of my post, I’m going to dispense with introductions, and get right to it.
First Things First…
That’s an old line, and one I heard a lot while I was growing up. It’s intended to help with prioritizing, with working through a list item by item, with the most important steps coming first.
What if it all feels equally important. What if the list holds steps for several projects, and most of the things on it could legitimately come first?
That’s me, with this week’s SoCS post.
I meant to look at the prompt on Friday, early in the day, like I usually do.
But I needed to do something else, first. My house is in a state of flux; we’re moving furniture, repurposing, and getting ready for winter, when we’ll be spending a lot more time home and indoors. We’ve been dragging our feet for months, and, this week, we were suddenly motivated. So now there are several areas of the house with piles of items and half-organized storage furniture, all begging for me to Do. Me. First!
And there was that pile of firewood, and the chaos by the woodstove. We’ll be needing a fire at night within the next few weeks, and I’ve been putting off bringing the firewood in and cleaning out the clutter accumulated in the warmer months. A couple of nights of late-fall chill, before October, told me that I’d better do something about that, first, if I don’t want to be rushing around in another week.
I have a sponsor post to write and submit for a group I belong to. I was later than I wanted to be last round; this time, I want to have it done and submitted before the challenge starts, so I drafted it first.
I promised a writer friend I would read and review her book. I know how things like that can get pushed aside; so I read it first.
I’ve told two other writers I would participate in their book promotions, and both had firm dates for their cover reveals. I needed to track down the information and add it to my calendar app, first, before I forgot and dropped the ball on my promises.
I just popped a lens out of my reading glasses while I was writing the last paragraph. I was wondering what would be in this paragraph, but I couldn’t write it. First, I had to go out to the car for my spare reading glasses. They aren’t the same style as the ones I broke; they also have a different magnification. I’d like what I’m typing not to look blurry; first, I’ll need to adjust, I guess.
My daughter is often upset that she wasn’t born first. That’s a disappointment I can’t take from her. I tell her that both of her parents were thirdborn, as she is – but it doesn’t matter. Her brother, born first, gets to do too many things first, and she knows it’s not fair. Sometimes it makes her angry. Not being first, not even having the possibility of being first, can be a hard type of defeat, when you’re ten and have to ride in the backseat while your brother sits up front, or when you need to stay with a parent at the YMCA, and big brother can go to the pool without an adult. Not being first can suck.
Which came first? The chicken, or the egg? Which should come first? Finishing this writing, or a cup of coffee, or getting the laundry out of the dryer, or something completely different?
What comes first, with you?
Enjoy stream-of consciousness writing? Anyone can play, so long as they are willing to follow a few simple rules. See you next week, for another live-streaming look into the lovely chaos in my mind! =)