How was your week? My foot’s been a little sore from having to kick myself in the butt to get going on some projects–but it’ll be okay, and I’ll have a special announcement for you all next week.
Anyway, let’s get to it for today.
Today I did something I’d wanted to do for a really long time. It’s really simple and I can’t believe I didn’t do it before. Things aligned to make me feel better about being so stupid though, as you’ll soon see.
About a month or so ago, I bought a case of carbonated water. It tastes like coconut. And I found out I really, really don’t like it.
Today, I took a can of the stuff, walked outside…
And shook it up as hard as I could.
THAT’S RIGHT, I OPENED IT.
All over the factory (read: the place, my surroundings). Sprayed my glasses more than me, though. I’ll have to get someone to take a vid next time, if there is a next time–I didn’t have as spectacular a spray because if memory serves I opened the top in two pulls, even though the first one was enough to get most of the carbonation out (and about 1/3 of what was in there to fly everywhere).
Good news: I got to do something awesome.
Bad news: I have to drink what’s left over, because wasting stuff is stupid (mostly). Which is also why I’m kind of making faces in front of my laptop as I write this and drink the rest of that water.
So, as a result of all this silliness, I decided to use it for Triple F, which is the weekly prompt for fiction writers, for those of you who don’t know yet.
All right, your prompt for this week’s Fabulous Fiction Friday is:
Your character is sprayed with something–water, pop, water from a hose, or what-have-ya. And after that, something in their world changes. What is it, and what happens next?
Okay, now the fun part. You’ll have to figure out the gender of the character, their backstory, and more.
After that’s done, you’ll have to figure out the aftermath–I was envisioning something more than having to change clothes, but you have that in your story if you want to.
A robot is sprayed with oil by accident, and his parts are still hot from production? What could happen? He’s stained–does he get rejected? Or have to start his life somewhere else? Has he been trained to “live” outside what he was programmed for? What was he programmed for, anyway?
Or, we have a couple driving down the road, and the passenger sprays the driver with pop because they’re being ridiculous? How about the driver swerves, but instead of crashing and hurting people, the driver discovers he can stop time instead, because he got so panicked? That would certainly change a lot of things–especially if someone wanted to try to experiment on him to figure out how to duplicate things?
All right, that’s about it for today–go forth and fiction.
August is inching toward halfway done.
Make it a great weekend, with good memories, all right?
Until next time (and week),