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 |   Thoughts destined to be washed away by the tides of life. |
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I've been studying my cover photo for a while now, and it seems to me that it is more than just a photo of what is there that can be seen, more than just three white rocks stacked on a beach. It contains an important question about the future, about what happens long after the photographer has gone. What will happen to our pile of stones when the tide comes in? Will it topple or has the architect built this structure at a safe distance? I don't know what will happen to these words that I stack here on the sand. They may prove safely distant, or they may be swallowed up by a rush of self-doubt. They may be here for a season. They may lose their balance and be scattered by the shoreline, or be hidden away under shifting sands. Perhaps someday, the tides of life will reclaim them. Or maybe that's just a bunch of poetic, romantic nonsense. After all, this is just a blog. |
| I haven't been having great success with prompts lately. It seems like every time I write on a particular subject, a few days later, that subject comes up in a prompt in some challenge or contest. I can't even think how to begin. I wrote what I had to say already, I'm dry. But it's weird how this keeps happening. It is as if the creative mojo is being transferred from one writer to another from the website through the servers, over the internet and filling up all the little WiFi routers all over the world. It's the hive mind. It's like the Borg. Or it may be that I am making excuses for not having written a Haiku yet for the Promptly Poetry Challenge. I swear I have been thinking about nature for days. But try as I might, i have yet to come up with a new angle. I feel that I have emptied myself of all my feelings towards trees, autumn leaves, morning, night, dusk, sunrise, sunset, birds, etc. and, oh yeah... etc. You get the picture. It's dangerous to let me write when the usual subjects are exhausted It could get ugly in those 17 syllables. I have to go think about nature some more, or look at it. Maybe I will email David Attenborough. He may know of some cute chipmunk stories. |
| It's been ten days since I last blogged. Sometimes I think about blogging but I don't because it's unlikely that my thoughts will be of any interest to anyone but me (and I take only the slightest of interest). Mostly, I worry that I might moan too much. But sometimes, I moan just the right amount. Still, moans are very personal things and everyone has their own area of distress and I don't want anyone to think that I am being very self-centered while ignoring the truly moan-worthy situations . Poetry comes to mind. Actually, I wish poetry would come to mind - I need to write some poetry today. Well, I just got a phone call which took all the thoughts right out of my head. How does that happen? Is there some kind of suction device built into it? And how does it fit inside my thin cell phone? And do young people even know why the sound that accompanies a call is called a "ringtone"? Do they know that phones used to ring? as in, like a bell? I am convinced that the young these days have missed out on some important things which they view as incomprehensible cultural references that old people make. Well, now I am off track. Must be time to go, I have a poem to write. |
| I don't know how usual it is for people to put restrictions on access to their writing, but it seems to me that I run into it quite a lot. At least, I run into it more often than I would expect. I ran into it today, in fact. If someone were writing something they wanted to keep from too many eyes - like the chapters of a book they plan to publish - then that makes perfect sense to me. But I don't understand the concept of allowing some members to view your writing and not others. I have had this happen even when I am part of the same group as the writer with the restricted access. I cannot see how one can possibly plan to participate in activities within a group if you have blocked some members of that group from seeing what you've written. So, you may say, perhaps if one is an acclaimed and highly placed writer, one may want the eyes of only one's peers to gaze upon one's writing. For me, that makes sense if you don't want what you would consider to be less experienced writers to send you reviews by the dozens. Of course, I have been here more than a year and I have yet to receive reviews by the dozens, even when I shamelessly promote my work across the platforms available. But if I did want to be sure to avoid that, it's an easy fix. There are settings and other thingies that you can adjust to keep people from reviewing said items, no? And maybe if I didn't have a close family member here, I wouldn't even know that some restrictions apply only to me. But I do. And based on our relative standings here, I wonder if the level of membership has anything to do with it. Is it a question of basic, upgraded or premium? I am not a communist or anything, but that makes the lower classes feel.... well.... lower. |
| I am feeling pretty proud of myself today. I've been putting all my efforts recently into earning enough GPs to purchase my next 6 months of upgraded membership. I have been doing reviews and entering contests, even trying to catch one of the games on the Messenger now and then in order to earn a few GPs here and there. I like earning my way. I have purchased some GPs a couple of times when I was short, just to make up the amount needed to continue for 3 months. There's nothing wrong with buying GPs - I know that's what keeps the site in business. Still, I managed to get over the top just through writing and reviewing and I was able to purchase a 6 month extension, and that feels really good. Plus, six months gives me a little breathing room... This morning, I won a contest and that win was really the most important because it got me to my goal. But I almost didn't enter at all. As it was, I got my entry in with just a few minutes left on the deadline. So, there's a lesson for me. Don't leave things so late and keep plugging away, sometimes it pays off. And enter contests even if you don't think you have a chance. You can't win if you don't enter. Contests are something I really enjoy, even if I do kick myself a bit when I lose. Everything is a learning experience and the fact that there are so many kinds of contests on WDC makes it easy to find one that fits me and my style. I will admit that it makes me a little nervous to have nearly wiped out my GP bank, but with concentrated effort, I hope to replenish it in good time. Who knows, maybe I will even buy myself some GPs for Christmas this year. |
| This blog post inspired by the 48 Hour Challenge Media Prompt due August 7, 2020. Prompt: Music video “This Too Shall Pass” by OK Go I am one of those people who always need to know the lyrics to a song in order to know if I like it or not. I’ve been caught out before, being drawn in by a catchy hook and infectious melody only to find out a song that I thought I liked was really about something horrible and I couldn’t sing it in front of my children. So I did look up the lyrics of the song but first I listened to the music and watched the video. The visuals immediately spoke to me. The music was merely background to the message that the video was presenting. I liked the music, but it wasn’t what made an impression on me first. I guess it’s because I was having a rough day. I just got off track today, that’s all. I couldn’t find any words to write. Any words I had previously written proved not to be good enough. I felt like everything in my life was out of my control and I couldn’t do anything to get it back to normal. And then the dominoes started falling in the video, and things just took off from there and I realized that this song perfectly fit my life today. It’s just one reaction after another after another, seeming to follow a prescribed course but ultimately leading to chaos. That’s not really a good message, but that is where the lyrics did save it. This too shall pass. We know that’s true, at least we acknowledge it intellectually, but on a really bad day when your life is zooming along knocking over this and that and you cannot prevent the cause and effect, it’s not so easy to remember. Still, while all the chaos is going on, they just keep reassuring the listener that “this too shall pass” and recommending that “you can’t keep letting it get you down”. The lyrics are a bit simple and repetitive, but perhaps a simple message is sometimes the most effective. Sometimes you don’t need a complex philosophical message, you just need to hear that we all get down, we all have burdens that we carry around and that tomorrow is another day. A day that might bring relief, that might bring resolution. So, I don’t know if I am a new fan of this group or their music, but for a few minutes today I was able to stop my inner drama and see the bigger picture. Of course, I will probably go right back to feeling sorry for myself, but that too shall pass. |
| This is an unusual blog post for me, and it’s not the sort of thing I am good at, so bear with me. The important thing to remember is that this blog post is not about me, nor is it trying to elicit sympathy for me, despite the relating of some truly tragic details of my life in recent days, so we will have none of that. This blog post is about something else. It’s about WDC, or WdC or however one wants to stylize that. Through circumstances we won’t discuss, I ended up with quite a long stay in the hospital for a large chunk of July. And let me tell you, being in the hospital during a pandemic is not the luxury hotel experience you might imagine. For one thing, you spend a few days isolated while they test you for Covid. Until such test results are received and prove negative, no one can enter your room without several layers of protective coverings, so no one enters your room unless they have some pressing medical need - like puncturing your veins one more time to fill vials of blood, or checking that you are asleep by waking you up to take your vital signs. As I am extremely lucky, I got to stay in two separate hospital settings with three admissions and four rooms. And even luckier for me, the fact that I was running a fever meant that I got to have two invasive, up the nose and poke your brain Covid swab tests. Then, when I was transferred, I got to have two more. All of them negative, I mean, no worries about that. Four tests in two weeks, all negative. But being Covid free does not completely negate the discomforting experience of having someone stick a ten foot Q-tip up your nostril. But none of that is the point of this blog post. Because that’s all about me, whining about my life. The point is, that throughout the rather annoying month of July, there was one thing that made me feel normal - as soon as I was feeling well enough, I could log onto WDC and enter a world where all I needed to interact were words. Of course, the extended isolation meant that I had to log onto WDC through my phone. I am not going to pretend this was easy. I had to learn to navigate the mobile version of the site, and once I had done that, I had to figure out how to post. First tries were limited to Newsfeed posts, but I soon graduated to answering the Question of the Day. The true test was trying to compose on my phone and then manage to transfer those words into an item in my portfolio and then to enter said item into a contest. I am rather proud of the fact that I won a few contests with my hospital poetry. And I kept up my participation in an ongoing poetry challenge, a feat in itself. I learned some very useful things. Phone keyboards are tiny and missing one or two things that nearly kept me from succeeding. Like the curly bracket. The curly bracket is essential to posting on WDC and there was no curly bracket on any of my phone’s downloaded keyboards. I would love to tell you that I was clever enough to figure out how to make a curly bracket on my own, but what really happened is that I was complaining about it in a text while speaking the text into the phone, and when I said “curly bracket”, one appeared on the screen. It was a miracle! And it didn’t take me very long (a little while, though) to figure out that saying “close curly bracket” produced the closing bracket. But the main point is that during very long days, spent mostly alone and with little to distract me (hospital television offerings are uninteresting, to say the least), WDC gave me a reason to think, to write, to learn new things and challenged me in new ways. All of which makes it worth the price of admission. I don’t want you to think I was all brave and stoical and heroic, though. I did my share of whining. Here’s an example of whining hospital poetry: And a little shout out to some of those forums and contests that inspired me while I was confined: And many thanks also to WDC for the little prods and prompts on the newsfeed that kept my mind from atrophying. And always remember - your phone knows what a curly bracket is. I may never get over that... |
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