Write or Die: Surroundings

He looked around him, curiosity overcoming his nervousness. The room that he was in was bare except for the chair he was sitting in, a desk and another chair on the opposite side of the desk. The fact that there were no windows to let in softer natural light meant that the only light illuminating the room were two sets of florescent lights that glared harshly off of the smooth white walls. It was not quite what he expected when he had been invited into the council's office.

Suddenly, there was a click behind him as someone entered the room. He hadn't expected the loud sound (though he should have given that the floor was bare concrete), so he jumped slightly in his seat and craned his head around to look at the intruder.

"Ren." The man smiled and Ren felt his heart jump into his throat. The invitation definitely hadn't mentioned that the student council president would be interviewing him. "How are you?"

"I...I'm fine." The minute he stuttered the standard answer, he felt like smacking himself on the forehead. Someone who stuttered and said boring, average things probably wasn't council material.

The president smiled again and patted him gently on the shoulder. "Don't be nervous. You haven't done anything wrong." The president walked past him and around the desk to the other chair.

"You'd think that they would allow us to do these interviews in another room." He gestured with a grimace to the surrounding room. "But I was told that when you surround someone in such stark surroundings that they feel compelled to tell the truth. I told them that we're interviewing fellow students, not suspected criminals. As you can see, I was overruled."

Ren cleared his throat, not sure what he was supposed to say. "Umm, well I think that you're right. I'm not sure that being in here is making me feel anymore truthful than if I were in a room with windows, carpet and comfortable chairs."

The president grimaced again and shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "Agreed. How about we get out of here and go see the actual student council room?"

Ren nodded eagerly.

Blogs, blogs everywhere!

There is a part of me that can't believe that I'm starting a new blog. I all ready have 3 others which I don't update nearly as much as I should. One contains ancedotes from my life, one contains a round robin story I started a long time ago with a 'net friend I don't even talk to anymore and the last is filled with random tangents that I follow to their not quite conclusion. But as I perused Google's Docs & Spreadsheets, trying to determine if I should archive everything I've written there, I came across this and 'lo an idea struck. Like so many others out there I'd post everything I've written or will write in a fic blog! That way it's somewhere easily accessible and I don't have to worry as much about losing it. Plus, it makes it easier to write new things. I can just do it on the fly from any available computer and won't have to drag my laptop with me. Not that I've been doing much creating anyways.

I recently read that in order to be creative you have to allow your mind some time to wander and not focus on anything. With my job taking up as many hours as it does and my family taking up what's left, I haven't had much opportunity to just let my mind free. It shows in the lack of blogging in my other blogs. The upside to this blog is that I have a ton of stuff that I have all ready written that just needs to be put up somewhere. The downside is that it's going to become painfully obvious that I haven't had much creativity coming out of me lately. There just hasn't been any time...