100 words - July 7

7
I looked out the window at the clear blue sky and sighed. It was such a miserably hot day. Heat waves rolled up off the road and made the view ahead of me shimmer. Stretching my arm out the window brought some of the passing air into the hot car, but it brought no real relief against the heat. “Even the wind is hot…” I murmured and cranked the volume on the radio to deafening levels when Magic Carpet Ride by Steppenwolf started to play. The wind was hot, too, like the desert wind blowing across a dried out world.

100 words x 2 (July 5 - 6)

5
I’ve been toying with copper wire again. It’s so easy to practice wrapping all sorts of things with copper, assuming you can get it in the right gauge.

I’ve been working with 18 gauge copper (round and half-hard) lately because that’s all I’ve had. I’m in the market to find some 20 gauge. I’ll have to do that over the internet, which really sucks because I’ve been trying to curb my internet purchases this year.

Oh, wait, that 20 gauge copper wire is not all I have. I forgot that I do have some 16 gauge soft brass wire, too.

6
I don’t like the 16 gauge soft brass wire. Maybe it’s my lack of hand strength or maybe just the way the wire feels. I don’t suppose it really matters. I just don’t like working with it as much as I like the 18 gauge copper wire. I’m hoping the 20 gauge copper wire will be as wonderful to play with. I know that it will give a whole new dimension to the bookmarks and other things I create.

And eventually I’ll get around to silver and gold and doing actual jewelry but for now, I’m enjoying my copper designs.

100 words - July 4

4

In the past I’ve noticed that most everything I write emerges in a passive voice. Recently, I’ve been working on amending that, but I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s harder than it sounds. My brain just doesn’t want to think in an active voice.

This has me wondering if I should continue trying to adjust my way of thinking so that I can write in the active voice from the start or if I should just slam out the words in a passive voice so that I can finish the story then edit it to make it more active.

100 words... times 3

1

So tired. The headache lurking around the edges of my brain all week threatening to become a migraine has taken a step closer to that goal.

A. has my car today which means my plans for the post office are pushed back until tomorrow. It also means I won't die in a horribly fatal and flaming car crash like so many of my dreams have indicated over the past week or so.

I overslept again today by 2 hours. Not a big deal for a housewife, some might think, but it’s killing me in ways I can't begin to describe.

2

“It’s dark outside.”

A voice comes from inside my head and sounds as if there should be a smirk attached. “Of course it’s dark outside, it’s the middle of the night.”

I ignore the voice and start again. “It’s dark outside. I can hear the patter of the rain against the roof. Every now and again I hear the rolling rumble of thunder and…”

The voice scoffs. “Rolling rumble of thunder? You can’t be serious.”

I very nearly shout as I continue on. “…and see brilliant flashes of lightning through the space where the curtains don’t quite meet the walls.”

3

I’m supposed to write another 100 words today, and I’m drawing a complete blank. There’s nothing lurking in the dusty, cob-web covered corners of my mind wanting to be written. I’m just… blank.

I sit here in front of my computer, my iPod shuffle pumping Metallica playing with an orchestra into my skull at rather high volumes and even that’s not shaking any ideas loose. Behind me, my husband sprawls on the couch watching something or another on Nova. The daughter is… I don’t know where she is, exactly, but probably in her room reading again.

Hey look, 100 words…