Tiffany Beach

     My writing process so far this semester I must admit, I am not too happy about. For some reason I have been waiting until the last minute to do my assignments, which definitely isn't my style. I am usually always on top of my school work.
                While trying to figure out my Twitterive project I found myself overwhelmed. I had no clue what I wanted to do. My classmates had all these great ideas and I found myself with an empty head and clueless. It was not until my Microfiction assignment where I found a spark. I reread my tweets and it made me see the place where I am the happiest (well besides my cozy bed) and that was training Muay Thai.  Twitter makes me get to the point with what I need to say due to the 160 character limit.
                 Writing with my eyes closed..... Not a fan at all. When we did this exercise in class, all I wanted to do was open my eyes and see what I was writing on my paper. For the purpose of the exercise I did however make sure I kept my eyes closed the entire duration of the activity because I was not sure what the point of it was.  After I opened my eyes, I realized that this was not an activity I could do, my writing was all on top of one another.  I could not read what I wrote.  When I look at it, it looks like a little kid just scribbled on a piece of paper with possibly a few letters.  I sometimes close my eyes to visualize what to write and how to write it to the point my audience will understand what point I am trying to get across.

In the following post, you will find a 250 word microfiction. This is based on my workplace where I always seem to find myself in a pretty bad mood.

Take a guess where I am?
 cold, uncomfortable chair

People walking in and out.

Knock, knock, knock on the back door.

 “I have a few deliveries for you” shouts the UPS man.

I replied with an attitude, “Oh just great, more shoes I need to find room for!”

It’s all about a days’ work, no wait; it’s all about the tone people.

 

The following 250 word microfiction includes a line from Gloria Anzaldua's How to Tame a Wild Tongue

You can’t do this, I haven’t broken no law.

The officer placed the stumbling under aged female in the back of the police car.

“What do you mean you didn’t break any laws? How old are you? And what is the legal drinking age in the state of New Jersey? Said the police officer as he was running the females name checking to make sure she didn’t have any outstanding warrants.

“ Uhhh, well in New Jersey it is 21, but everywhere else in the world it is 18, so I would be okay.” Slurred the 19 year old.

“But that is the thing, you aren’t anywhere else in the world, you are here in New Jersey where the drinking age is 21.  You should quit while you are ahead. We may be able to work something out because I know if I were you I would be more scared of my parents finding this out than anything.”

“Yes sir!” replied the girl.

This week I had to create my own poem/story including ten of my own tweets.  I must say this was pretty fun. I never thought I could write something with my tweets and have it make sense.  I decided to write about a girl (me) who tends to daydream and not pay attention to her teacher talking.  This story included some discussion between her teacher and also what is going on in her head as it is happening.

What is he talking about?
Ahh my head is killing me
Wait what, he almost burnt his face off?
Did I hear that right or is my head hurting that bad I am delirious
This shit is out of control
Tap, tap on the chalkboard
 Tiffany, pay attention
Move your seat near me, there’s an open spot
I have heard those words way too many times, bullshit if you ask me
I am paying attention and daydreaming wishing I was in Colorado snowboarding with all the snow they got.
Now that’s a skill you gotta learn teach
That’s it, go to the office
Works for me, I won’t be sitting in a classroom