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Creation Saturday: Saturday's Creations

Saturday, January 7, 2017

The Creative Saturday prompt for "30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS" 
Develop a new New Year's Eve tradition. It can be serious or humorous; possible or impossible. Here's a list of 14 weird ones if you need some inspiration.

New Year's Resolution

My grandmother always said "What you do on the first day of the year you will be doing for the rest of the year?" Therefore, I think you should start your main New Year's resolution when the clock strikes midnight and the calendar page turns form the old year to the new year. If you resolve to quit smoking then smoke your last cigarette on New Year's Even then at midnight put the cigarette out and throw the pack containing the rest of the cigarettes away. If your resolution is to quit drinking alcohol you can toast the New Year with ginger ale or sparkling apple cider not champagne. Whatever you main goal for the New Year make sure you do something on New Year's Day to begin on your resolution.

The "Blog City ~ Every Blogger's Paradise"  prompt for Day 1033
Writing from Remembrance-What stories are in your hands? I've always been fascinated with the lines and stories in people's hands. When you look at your palms what stories do they hold? What have your hands built?

In the Palms of My Hand

There are words in the palms of my hand,
word waiting to be used
to create a poem,
a story,
or a novel.

There are words in the palms of my hand,
in my right hand are words
from my childhood
and in my left
are new words I have learned.

There are words in the palms of my hand
waiting to slip into my finger tips
and then migrate from the keyboard
into a document
in order to create
metaphors and similes.

The "Blogging Circle of Friends "  prompt for DAY 1514
The Black Wheelbarrow Have fun with this and write whatever the title brings to mind.

The Black Wheelbarrow

"What is my purpose?" Ask the black wheelbarrow as it sit in the farmyard watching the the chickens scratch in the dirt for food. Each day it sit in the yard feeling the rain or the snow fall into its bed and then evaporate in the sun. It remained in the farmyard for several months until one morning in early spring. A young woman, the new wife of the man that inherited the farm, rolled it into the front yard. There she repainted its faded wood and then planted multicolored wild flowers in it.