My 500 Words, Day 3: Get up early

I woke up at 9something am this morning, which isn’t ‘early’ for most, but it’s early for me on a day that I don’t have uni or work. I woke up first because my phone was ringing, but since I never pick up phonecalls, I left it. They can leave a message if it’s important, or they can call 3 more times. But then the house phone rang, and let me tell you something about my mum.
SHE CAN’T LIE TO PEOPLE WHEN THEY ASK FOR ME. She never called in school for me when I was sort of sick, so my dad did it in his white man voice. She will always ask someone if they want to speak to me on the phone next when I’m in the room, even though I CLEARLY say no. And this morning was no different. Happily thinking I’d avoided a phonecall, I almost fall back asleep, but then I hear the house phone, followed by my mother saying “yes, hold on please” over footsteps, and I could only clear my throat as hard as I could hoping to God that my silent slumber wouldn’t prevent me from speaking. My mother comes into my room, WAKES ME UP and shoves a phone in my face. And then I have to speak with my croaky-ass just woke up voice and a brain that hasn’t even stirred yet, so I have no idea of what I’m saying. On the phone was my dentist calling to ask if everything is okay after my appointment yesterday [how cute]. A 10 second phonecall, but because they were just so nice I wasn’t mad.
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My 500 Words, Day 2: Goals.

Yeah, I’ve started a challenge on day 2. I’ve decided to participate in this writing challenge and each day I’m given a prompt which I believe will help me get back on my literary feet. Clearly I’ve hit rock bottom now that I need prompts to write, and I feared this day would come, but it has and I’m going to do what I need to.
Today’s prompt is to tell you my reasons for doing this, which I already briefly have done. I miss writing. I miss reading books and writing pieces outside of uni work, which I’m honestly drowning in. I’m doing it to remind myself that I have a hobby, a passion, and to remind myself that I can always have time for it like I once did. To force myself to put aside a little time to write just 500 extra curricular words is a guilt free way for me to continue/get back into finding my passion again – 500 words is nothing and takes no time [the other red-bull fuelled night I wrote a 900 word essay in 20 minutes on how a butt has the same composition as a cheesecake(?). Maybe I’ll post an extract one day. It made so much sense at the time.]
And I’m already 200 words in. I guess my overall goal is literally just to get the ball rolling again, and by the end of it I hope I’m confident enough to keep writing despite hectic life and uni. This way I won’t go into another creative hiatus.
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