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ok.. so I'm taking a next step in my life. I'm improving on myself. I'm going down this path i am on, thanks to God. I now attend a church regularly, and I like its small confines in a church building i attended nearly 40 years ago. To me it is surreal. Do i know whats ahead, or even where I am going? no, not at all. to be honest it scares me, but I need to step out of my fear and take charge of my life, and live it the way I and God want me to be. where ever this path goes, I'm sticking it out to the end. I feel it is a testament to who I am. I am learning more and more everyday about myself. and improving, also trying to make amends for past mistakes. But one can only make amends for mistakes where there was mistakes to begin with, if people don't want to listen then that is their fault, and their loss. I wont go where im not wanted and I know I am a good man, if you don't.. well that's too bad so sad for you... |
| Day 1448: November 2, 2016 Prompt: You know what music is? God’s little reminder that there’s something else besides us in this universe; harmonic connection between all living beings, everywhere, even the stars.– Robin Williams Does music inspire you? Does music cause a connection between living beings? I will admit that there are times when music does inspire me. when I sit down for my weekly writing time... sometimes I do write while listening to pandora, sometimes it helps me picture a scene in which to write. mainly because it conjures up images about what I need to be writing and I, as a write, describe those images and how they fit in the storyline. i also believe that music causes a connection between all living things. In my study of music, in the past, I have found that music is a universal language that we all understand, whether you realize it or not. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| DAY 1447 November 1, 2016 Use these random words to discuss something on your mind: drip, clinical, regret, contemporary, greed, power, and balloons. It's your blog, make it a rant, a poem, or a story. Have fun. this is not on my mind as It is too damm early to think.. so here goes... I lay here trying to rest from a long hard day at work feeding the greed and power of the people I work for, trying to let go of the stress of the day. The only thing that is keeping me awake in the constant sound coming from across the room. It the drip from the faucet. It is a constant sound, which , while annoying, is a bit relaxing. Drip, drip, drip it goes a constant relaxing tone to relax me as I start drifting off to sleep. I begin to think I am being a bit too contemporary in my thinking that this sound is a distraction, but maybe it is the path to relaxation that I seek. My last thought that I have before dozing off into a deep restful sleep was a deep regret that I didnt have this sound all the nights before me, when I was laying here watching the lights from the passing cars dance across the ceiling. As it would have made passing into the realm of sleep that much more easily. A single thought races across my face, of something that a therapist told me years ago, in a clinical setting. He sat there in his pinstripe suit, which made him look absolutely ridiculous, and said"You know sometimes a good restful sleep is , in itself, a stress reliever." As my eyes slowly closed themselves off to this dreadful day, I dreamt of that 80's song,"99 redballoons."It wasn't so much a pleaseant dream, but it was a dream nonetheless. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| DAY 1446: October 31, 2016 Prompt: You and your partner, spouse, significant other, etc. are going to a Halloween party. The host has asked that each couple come as an animal either mythical or real, but not as the same species of animal. What do you and your partner dress up as and why? What happens at the party? Not really sure I would go to this party, as i do very few costumes, mainly because of my confidence level, nut i know I could go as one real and mythical creature.... human... my other half? she might go as ... oh i dont know I could think of a couple of things she could go as... greek goddess, norse goddess.... what would happen at the party?...very little, as I would mingle with her by my side for a bit, and since I am a bit of a wall flower would sit down and watch everybody, quite possibly while she mingled around... and that is about it. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| DAY 1442 October 27, 2016 Take this sentences and use it in a story, poem or rant: "To this dark place I've come, and come again." To this dark place I've come and come again, so it opens its doors to me willingly, With no trepidation i enter easily, into its darkness I walk. To this dark place I come and come again, this places darkness holds some attraction for me, to what end I do not know, but through its darkened corridors I go, Around this corner and that, till I no longer know which way is back. To this dark place I come and come again, its attraction always brings me back, no matter how far i always go, it always beckons me to return to this place time and time again. I know now that I will never leave this place, but maybe its this place that wants me to stay. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| DAY 1441: October 26, 2016 Prompt: "Imagination makes us aware of limitless possibilities. How many of us haven't pondered the concept of infinity or imagined the possibility of time travel? In one of her poems, Emily Bronte likens imagination to a constant companion, but I prefer to think of it as a built-in entertainment system." Alexandra Adornetto What is imagination to you? Is it a companion, an entertainment system, or something else? To some people the imagination is a companion, like an invisible friend, family member,conscious as in the case of a little bothersome cricket I have heard tell of, or cohort, while to others it could be an angel, or devil, sitting on your shoulders, driving your every move. For writers, for the most part, it is what drives us. It helps us create a world where a man can fly,a spy can do miraculous things with everyday object, or even watch a sunrise on a distant planet. Imagination can drive science as well, because remember it is ALWAYS science fiction before science fact. it is what drove us to put a man on the moon, or make a tincan move underwater. it does this in the simplest of ways, it simply asks what if... ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| DAY 1439: October 23, 2016 Prompt: If I could create an ideal world, it would be an England with the fire of the Elizabethans, the correct taste of the Georgians, and the refinement and pure ideals of the Victorians. - H. P. Lovecraft If you could create an ideal world what would it consist of? I'm not sure what the ideal world would consist of, as i have no ideal world in my mind. However I DO know that the perfect world would be one that consisted of a lot of mystical creatures, and dark as well as light magic, Creatures from another planet, and quite a bit more of things from my mind as the individual story requires. I guess the best way to answer this would be to say that the "perfect world" would be one that the story, or other thing requires it to be. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| prompt: You're a police officer. You turn down the volume on your radio for a few minutes. When you turn it back up, all you hear is screams from your fellow officers over the speakers.... I sat in my car and listened to the screams and moans start dying down. i knew I couldn' t help them now even if I wanted too. As the radio goes silent, I ponder the last transmission I hear through it. "Help us, someone," the female voice said,"Help us, please." The next sound is the sound of a body drop and the microphone hitting the floor. It sounded like that dispatcher, the blond one with the really nice body, and the one that stood me up last saturday nite for the shift captain Steven. Hmm, she was definitely trying to climb the ladder the hard way. I start my car up and pullout into traffic and head down the snow covered street, back out into the darkness that I came from, knowing my job here is done. I have restored some form of peace to this town. I, alone, have made it safe once again. My squad car stops at a diner about 5 miles away from the building, where I see a 55 gallon drum with a fire going with a few homeless people gathering around it for warmth. I know these people, have for years. I go and walk up to them and greet them as long lost family members or friends and talk with them a while. Just as I walked away into the all night diner to grab a bite to eat, I toss a plastic baggie in the fire with some blue stuff in it, into the fire. Mark, the most intelligent of the people around this fire asked what it was i just tossed into the fire. It was such an innocent question, it was pretty obvious he was just curious. I stood there silent for a second while the plastic bag and its contents just melted into a blue colored mess in a burning log within the fire. I turned to him, giving him a fatherly smile. "Oh, nothing," I said," Just the remnants of a clean up job I had." I walked into the diner sat down and waited to be served. Just as a news story came on about a town wide massacre in smalltown, where I just came from. A town where nothing lived as I left, I sat there and smiled. I pulled out a small black box with a single red button on it and smiled as I pushed the button and watched on television as building after building in the town exploded and caused complete chaos destroying everything including any evidence left behind. I ordered through the waitress who eventually found me, the food came and i enjoyed it before making another appearance at the fire barrel and tossing the small black box in it and watching until it too was destroyed. Mark said nothing this time, as I turned and walked off into the night and vaniished from sight. |
| Day 1335: July 21, 2016 I got shiny new crutches yesterday that I have to use for 7 weeks, and I have a big batting, plaster, Ace wrap, and tape covered lower left leg. Interesting story, really, but I will leave that for my blog. But I want to hear of a time YOU were on crutches or were in a cast/splint. How did you injure yourself? Were you a kid or an adult? Can you laugh about it now that it's in the past (unless it is something you're still going through, in which case how are you coping?) If you've never been injured this way, what do you attribute that to? I have been on crutches before, and actually have to keep a set with me at home as I suffer from something my grandfather"gave" top me through genetics.... Its called gout. I am on medication and it has been a number of years since I have had an attack of it. You think you know pain? You think you know about being uncomfortable? Try having your joints swell to the size of a grapefruit, with no relief available.... the joints fill up with fluid and swell, eventually they become immobilized in movement as well as immobilized with pain as well and yes the pain is extreme... never felt anything like that at all.... ever. I was an adult when I had my first attack of gout, in my knee. It swelled up so much the doctor had top cut the dress pants off of me because it swelled up so much the fabric on the pants was frozen around the swelling. trust me that's pain. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
Day 1332 July 8, 2016 I was reading Creating Characters by the editors at Writer's Digest and came across this: There is a character hierarchy where not all characters are created equal. They indicate place holders,walk-ons, minor characters and your lead characters create the story. I'm curious how do you measure the importance of each character before the story develops or does it just fall into place? I'm a poet trying to learn more. Im of the beliefe that they kind of fall into place beased on the story that your main character wishes to tell, especially since the main character is the one the story should be designed around, regardless of the genre. As far as measuring the importance of each character, that is so hard to do, especially since the one minor character that is doing nothing now, could, in the future, play a much bigger role in the story. Personally I just feel my way carefully, not discounting anything or any body along the way... Its hard to explain how I do it.... other than to say that I just do. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| DAY 1327 July 5, 2016 How do you feel about firework displays? Professional or Amateur? How do you feel about the latest trends with music? Are they popular in other parts of the world or is it just an US tradition? If so tell us about them. I enjoy a good fireworks display, if done right. I also know, having worked for the disney theme parks here in Florida, how dangerous they can be. Most of my problem is with people nowadays, they think they can do anything the pros do and better than they do. But all too often they find them selves in the hospital, or worse. and then the family fights with the company that made them saying it was there fault th\at their loved one is in the hospital or dead... But what they fail to realize that the loved one is there because he/she is a complete idiot, and a moron, who should not have been anywhere near anything explosive.... ever! I like the timing to music, I feel it brings the show to a new level.... and trust me Disney is the king of it. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
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