Hey, folks. Today’s Daily Prompt is all about the present. As in, a post being written completely in present tense. There’s a lot of freedom in that; I’m assuming that all I have to do is to focus on this exact moment, and nothing else. Stream of consciousness, Finnegan’s Wake style? Nah. Kinda messy and too ambitious. Not for something like a late night post, but at this hour I’m not exactly in a prose-perfect mindset. Something short and sweet instead.
Ten minutes to three, and I’m still up. Why? I don’t know. Amazing how quickly hours go with distractions all around. Time flows like a river, with insights and decisions as its curves and rapids. I feel it with every breath. The only sounds are of the keyboard clacks and the laptop fan hums, nothing else. The entire crux of reality is concentrated solely within this tiny room. The light bulb flickers, aged fixture wiring the culprit. Maybe a ghost. A bottle of tea sits half full or half empty – Am I an optimist or pessimist? Not sure. – just off to my left. Desk’s a little cluttered; must take out recycling. My fancy microphone sits next to it. There’s a lingering twinge of regret. Not from buyer’s remorse, but lack of voice talent. I’m too soft to record. Need to change that. Voice coaching, I muse silently. That’s the ticket.
Yeah, sure thing.
…Writing is better. So is sleep.
Polymathically 