Today write about discipline... Or, you can follow one of your characters through the process of dealing with an aspect of discipline.
I think perhaps I did this one a little closer to spec.
Today was the day that Natalie finally admitted to herself that she lacked discipline. It was that morning, while brewing coffee to take to work with her, that she could no longer ignore it or blow it off.
It was staring her right in the face. Her countertop was so cluttered she couldn’t get to the paper towels she needed to clean up the coffee overflow (she’d used two filters again, damnit) before it cascaded onto the floor.
Now she was going to be late. This was the second time this week, and she had an evaluation coming up.
As she scrambled to clear the way to the towels, she banged her knee on the bread drawer she often forgot to close. She howled and dropped to the floor, bumping her head against the overflowing garbage can. Bits of last night’s taco salad, which she never could finish, jumped out of the open bin and came to rest atop her head.
She did the first thing that came to her. Natalie let out a string of expletives. Then she started to cry.
This was it. No more. The days of being a slow were over. She’d organize everything, toss out what wasn’t needed, pare her belongings down to where she knew where everything was. She’d even make a cleaning schedule, and she’d stick to it.
She’d start it tomorrow, for sure.