Regrets

The soft, nearly silent click reverberated up the soles of my feet.

I didn't dare move further. Not left, nor right. Neither forward, nor backward. Frozen in place, glued to this spot. Waiting. Waiting. How long before the end now? How long would I have to wait?

What would it be like? Would it be a quick wash of color, over before I recognized it for what it was? Or would it be all horrifying sound and dizzying light? Perhaps it would all just...stop. The end. Nevermore.

The time between that click and oblivion stretched before me, emptying of all past and future. Only the present. Only my regrets.

Journaling

Writing my inner thoughts and feelings is easy...doing it regularly and often, not so much.

I tend to let other things wander into my field of interest and then, even though I have things to say, I just forget to stop long enough to write it all down. I was really happy to see that I had blogged something in December; I honestly couldn't remember when I had last written here.

I think I'm going to try to find a list of topics to help get me writing more consistently and maybe make my writing more interesting. I'll list the topics here, one per entry.

The topic I've chosen for tonight, and one I think my students would really enjoy, is this one:

You wake up in the forest. How did you get there? How will you get home?