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The first few entries come from a private journal I have kept for a few years now. also home for my entries for 
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| PROMPT November 30th Wow, it's the end of the month! With Thanksgiving behind us (here in the States), and Christmas on the horizon, what, if any, are your Christmas traditions? If you have no holiday traditions, do you have any plans for this month? Crying, missing family, meltdowns, more crying, eating too much, sleeping too much. A lot of triggers... |
| PROMPT November 29th Imagine for a moment that you are near the end of your life. What do you want to have done that would make you feel satisfied? Traditional publication would be nice, but technically I am published, print on demand counts, it could even be profitable if I were better at self-promotion. I like the writing, I just don't sell myself well. I am happy just as long as somebody reads it. I don't feel like I need money for what I have written. It isn't that I don't feel like what I have written doesn't have value. I just feel like there are many different types of value. My father won't believe in me being a writer until I start getting a regular paycheck from it. Do I even value money? Why do I even care about being traditionally published? Is it because I feel like people will only bother to read what I have written if they spend their hard earned money on it and want their value for it? I don't know. Is being a member of WDC enough to leave me satisfied? Fortunately, I am not looking down the double barrels of death right now to know for sure what I need to feel satisfied. |
| PROMPT November 28th Hopefully a little change of pace tonight. Write about something intangible: faith, magic, energy, power, or creativity. Just choose one topic, and write about it. Magic is science we haven't figured out yet. Spells are ways of demanding things of the universe. I think the idea of magic is that you are trying to force the universe to act in a way favorable to you. |
| PROMPT November 27th Things have progressed well in your town/city with the Pandemic. So well that you've been allowed to return to the office instead of working from home. Your co-worker Karly, is sneezing and coughing and refuses to wear a mask. Who do you call, or do you let it slide. Tell us why you would act that way. I am so going to my boss! Karly could be infected and contagious and I'd rather quit than end up dead or in the hospital. Even vaccinated she could be a carrier. I'm vaccinated but you never know when this stupid disease could mutate into something worse. That said I just spent the last hour writing a scene where Beaoul was attempting to stop the spread of a horrible plague among the populace of Raen's homeworld. Poor Beaoul, she is really hurting from what I had to make her do to save the planet. |
| PROMPT November 26th Today is Thanksgiving here in the United States. I know this is the prompt for tomorrow, but I'm going to give you something to be thankful for. The prompt for tonight is to be yourself. Write whatever is on your mind. Provide your own prompt, so-to-speak. I look forward to reading your posts! A good deed had finally gone unpunished for Raen, well, that happened a lot for her. She rescued people and her life invariably got better. This time she had rescued Maku's reputation by finding the basuram shipment. Her reward? Raen was a masterjourneywoman in the Baerd Guild and had accrued affiliations with six other trade and commerce guilds. It was enough to catapult her status to a certified independent courier. That led to her current circumstances. "This will be perfect Miss Hazel!" Raen smiled at the landlady as she opened the door to the small closet of a room equipped with a bed and a dresser. "I know it's small dear, as soon as one of the larger rooms opens up I will be happy to offer it to you. Your credentials are impeccable. You have more references than any of my other guests. The women's bathroom is down the hall, and towels are found in the closet next to the bathroom. I do request you dress and undress in the bathroom when you shower so don't forget your fresh clothing. Slippers are required in the building. I generally require my guests to leave their shoes in the entryway." Miss Hazel handed Raen a stack of bedding. "Breakfast is at seven, the morning bell is at six-fifteen though I would recommend getting and setting an earlier alarm if you want to be first to the showers." Raen nodded at the rapid influx of information. She laid the bedding on the small bed and retrieved a fifty chit coin from her satchel. She laid it reluctantly on Miss Hazel's palm. It was the first time she had paid for her own room. She felt the electric thrill of independence alongside the icy stab of responsibility. Miss Hazel checked the coin for validity and then laid the key to the room on Raen's palm. "See you tomorrow morning." Raen tucked the key in the pocket of her satchel. Then she made the bed. When she was finished she sat on the foot of the bed. She should return to the guildhall and get the rest of her things. She didn't own much, a few outfits, a few books, and the satchel Honor Baggood had given her. Then she should check in with the appropriate dispatch forums to find a paying job. Raen felt very little like doing what she should. She still had substantial savings from her finder's bonus on the basuram shipment. She had enough to live on for months. She didn't know what to do now. Raen thought about her friends still on the street. She was officially a citizen, no longer among the nameless worthless poor. She had guild affiliations, people would notice if she disappeared. That wasn't true for many of the street kids. She wished she could do something for them, that she could just hand out a valuable affiliation badge to them. They went missing, were sold, jailed, murdered because no one acknowledged them. Raen needed a business license so she could hire the street kids and give them badges that would mark their worth to the seedy underworld. Raen pulled out her Baerd-issued com-pad. She searched the price for what she needed. It would be at least two-thousand chits to buy a business license and fifty chits to register for each badge she issued. Right now she didn't have enough to do it and still have enough to live on herself, but with some work... Raen did some conservative calculations, she could manage it within five years. Raen logged into her banking app and transferred two-thirds of her account into long-term savings, a move that meant her money would work towards her goal for her. Raen laid back on her bed and chuckled to herself at her new life plan. It didn't even occur to her that as a business owner eventually, she wouldn't have to do the leg work anymore. This wouldn't just change the lives of numerous street kids, but also her own. |
| PROMPT November 25th We all have something to be thankful about. In the United States, we celebrate Thanksgiving today. Tell us what you are most thankful for. I am thankful for all of my family, the ones here at home with me, and the ones on wdc! |
PROMPT November 24th In a previous prompt, I asked you to write about your best, or favorite teacher. Tonight write about your darkest teacher. I don't know about having a dark teacher, most of mine have been really positive and kind. Of course I was teacher's pet. Wait, the darkest teacher I have ever had was life itself. Its lessons have brought me to tears more than once and the edge of utter desolation more than once. |
| PROMPT November 23rd In your blog today, tell us your favorite joke. It can be long, short, it does not matter. What makes this particular joke your favorite one? C'mon, show us your sense of humor! My best and most recent funny was a response to "Complaints Received From Dissatisfied Customers"  in
My wife insists these complaints can't be real. She assures me that nobody is this stupid. I countered with the existence of Broncos fans. She shut up 😅🤣 that is my most recent funny.  |
| PROMPT November 22nd You have found that you can do something no one else can do. What is this special talent you have? Would it be considered a 'Super Power'? If you could have chosen this special ability, what would it be? Raen sat on a mat in the sleeping tent. Light streamed in through the open flap. A small bowl sat in front of her with a tennis ball sitting in it. Raen stared at the ball. According to Toni, as translated through Beaoul, Raen should be able to move things with her mind. She stared at and focused on the ball. Move! Damn it! In this place there was not so much as a breath of wind to stir the ball in the slightest and raise her hopes. A heavy sigh escaped her lips and she moved her focus to her experiences. Raen let her consciousness just flow over and through her memories. As a child in a moment of disorientation, she just might have teleported herself and Fred out of danger. She had touched Beaoul's mind a few times. Her ability to heal a hellhound wound marked her as far from the average being. She had to accept she wasn't human. Only once she managed that would she even begin to release her potential. Lives could depend on Raen's ability to release that potential. If she had some idea of what she was capable of back on Tradehub maybe a lot of her friends would still be alive, not to mention the rest of the population. The loss of so many lives made Raen sharply angry. The ball in front of her shifted in the bowl. Raen glared at the ball, how dare it move now? The ball shot from the bowl straight out of the tent. Raen blinked at the empty bowl. Had she moved it? "The answer to that would be yes Raen," Beaoul ducked into the tent carrying the tennis ball. "I get what dogs like about these things now! It flew past me and I just had to go after it. I grabbed it with my thoughts instead." Beaoul dropped the ball back in the bowl. Then she laid down on the tapestries covering the floor putting her head down on her paws. "So, you took the angry route. It just proved that you could do it. Now we need to teach you to do it without the adrenaline. Don't worry it shouldn't take you as long to figure out as it did me. I had to teach myself and it took me a little while to realize anger wasn't reliable." Raen blinked at Beaoul who allowed her tongue to loll out the side of her mouth. This made Raen look her friend over critically. Beaoul wasn't as recognizable as a hellhound. Her filthy, short, dark, snarled-up fur was lighter, and they had both taken to washing and brushing it out regularly. They had also figured out a way to trim and grind her claws into attractive and even lengths. She was a lovely canine specimen. "Beaoul, do you mind not LOOKing like a hellhound anymore?" Beaoul sat up on her haunches in a defensive stance, "What do you mean I don't look like a hellhound?" "You are a lovely dog! Your claws are manicured, your fur is clean, well-groomed, and several shades lighter more of a coppery tone now," Raen stated. Beaoul huffed out a gruff chuckle, "We aren't discussing me. We need to get your mind moving things!" |
| PROMPT November 21st Tonight/today, listen to this beautiful song. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MFeLhsZjMRU Where does your mind go when listening to this? What emotions surface as you experience the music? If you've seen the movie (Return To Me), tell us how this affected you. Has it changed you at all? I can't keep from thinking of my mother. I wish she could return to me. I am going through some physical and mental health problems, I have to admit to crying myself to sleep in pain just wanting my mommy. I know the song is about a different type of love but I haven't experienced a profound loss of that type. |
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