Life as a Promptomaniac
Promptomaniac: A person who is continuously seeking out and participating in writing challenges on Vocal, often at the expense of other obligations.
Picture this: there I am, sipping my morning coffee, groggy-eyed and messy-haired, but what do I do first? Do I brush the unruly hairs on my head or jump in the shower to feel revitalised? Nay nay... I dive straight into Vocal's challenge section. It's now become a staple part of my morning ritual. I can practically hear my brain whispering, "Come on, just one more challenge..." I’m convinced my serotonin is shaped like a keyboard.
But oh, the thrill of a new challenge! It's better than finding a forgotten £5 note in the bottom of your bag. I eagerly click, my heart racing, imagining the story or poem I could craft. It's not just a challenge; it's a literary adventure, a caffeine-free buzz. When there’s nothing new, I’m like a kid whose candy store closed down. I actually mourn the lack of challenges in my life! It’s tragic, really.
It's reached the point where my friends no longer ask what I'm doing with my free time, but rather what challenge I'm writing for today. It's as if my life as a promptomaniac is taking over my identity.
Perhaps, one day, I'll find a balance between my literary addiction and other pursuits. But until then, I’ll keep refreshing that challenge page, hoping for my next fix. After all, who needs sleep when there are challenges waiting to be conquered? Pass the virtual pen; I’ve got a challenge to enter!
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Comments (4)
This is me!
Love this, I think we all can relate.
Nice job Amber. Tailor made for this. Lol. Good luck.
wow this is great job you can also join my friends and read what i have prepare for you