Today is the Eclipse. 99 years its been waiting. This miraculous event will stir up wonder and awe across nations. I make sure to put on my protective glasses so not to go blind in the undoing of this event. I remembered reading about a girl who witnessed a solar eclipse only to find herself losing her sight within hours. How horrible would that be? The last thing she saw was the sun overshadowed by the moon like curiosity overshadowing her fate. I shuddered and pushed the glasses up real close to my face. I stepped outside, all is quiet. It's a drowsy afternoon in a little town in East Texas. Not many people care about natural phenomena's around here or really anything going on in the outside world. So I look up and see what is expected, a big bright orb with black overtaking it. "Amazing" I think to myself. I think that's a good word for it..."Amazing." I push my glasses closer to my face. Then I remembered that I had a load of laundry ready to be folded. I take one last look and I go inside. "I hope I don't go blind" I think to myself. "How was it?" others will ask me, and I will say "Bright, not life changing but bright." I smile and continue my day.

"Captains Log... day 7,284... time... 13 hours, 16 minutes... The three that remained? Anderson, died this morning, Walsh is registered missing, and me. I know I won't last much longer, this is my farewell to those trying to reach Point 367: don't bother. We're here, we've made it, Collins left the ship to check our damage and returned in adequate health. Less 3 hours later, what feels like half the crew was admitted to Med Bay 4, and Collins was far gone. We died in the eye of the storm, just not the one we expected. Acting Captain, signing off."

"Two hundred crappy words a day!". This quote keeps playing on repeat in my mind. I read a book quoting an author who wrote over 70 novels in his lifetime. When asked how he managed to do it, he said, "Two hundred crappy words a day".

These words are haunting and annoying. The truth of the matter is, I don't want to write two hundred crappy words a day. I want to write two hundred inspiring, thought-provoking, life-changing words a day. Guess how many of these inspiring, thought-provoking, life-changing words I have written in the last month? None! Not only have I not written any of THOSE types of words, I haven't written ANY words. That is why this author's quote haunts me.

How many words could I have written by now if I had applied this principle to my life when it originally presented itself? Well, if I stuck to only two hundred words and accounted for 30 days in a month, I could have written at least six thousand words.It doesn't take a mathematician to figure that six thousand words is far greater than no words at all. But, to actually sit down and write these crappy words and read these crappy words annoys me.

Now that I've broke through the haunting and annoying feelings and set my entitled attitude aside, I've decided two hundred crappy words is exactly what I need to not only get over myself, but push myself into a realm of creativity I've only dreamed of being a part of for far too long.

Roses are Red,

[We interrupt this poem for an important legal announcement...] 

I am a lawyer from Botanical, Flora, & Muir and I am currently representing all roses of non-red hues (to be referred to as NoRRAs henceforth) in a class action lawsuit against red roses and all poets that assume that red roses hold the monopoly of color description in their poems.

Our vast number of clients take offense to the marketing campaign that imply 'Roses are [only] Red'. This form of vast discrimination must come to an end.

[End interruption...]

Violets are Blue,

[We interrupt this poem for an important legal announcement...]

I am a lawyer from Botanical, Flora, & Muir and I am currently representing all violets that are derogatorily referred to as being blue...