Daily scribbles on writing and living. How to get rid of cobwebs in my brain. CLOSED. |
I am over the moon with joy this morning, as I got an anonymous gift from a co-writer on WdC. I can set up a blog for the coming three months since someone paid for an upgrade. If you ever read this Anonymous One, thank you so much! Many thanks to "Request An Upgrade From RAOK" [E] I got an upgrade for two more months. That will enable me to write and review some more in order to earn my keep after that. I have to think about this for a moment. Don't want to rush it, don't want to solely vent or underestimate the value of a daily blog for my writing. So I will carefully try to explore what it will bring me. “All my life, my heart has sought a thing I cannot name. Remembered line from a long-forgotten poem” ― Hunter S. Thompson, Hell's Angels: A Strange and Terrible Saga When I was a teenager, my little brother stole my journal out of my bedroom and read it. I was so disappointed and mad about his action, I destroyed my writing and have been struggling with the concept of conveying my inner thoughts ever since. So, I will send my daily scribbles to the world. On How to get rid of cobwebs in my brain. To let in some air and rejoice. For another clumsy attempt at writing, check out "All fingers and thumbs " [18+]. I am a Rising Star from Rising Star Program 2016-2017. Comments, scribbles, and notes welcome! Thanks, 🌕 HuntersMoon for the teal awardicon. Note ▼ |
I got the most wonderful gift today. Satuawany apparently cleaned out her port and this image didn’t suit her any longer so she gave it away. I was the lucky one. It’s a great image and the silhouette fits my dog Arie and me walking about in the November weather. Great! I love this. And I am using it from now on in my blog. My own blog signature. . Thank you Satuawany ! |
Fun Fact Friday! On this day in 1981, the second scheduled flight of the space shuttle Columbia was halted with only 31 seconds left in the countdown. Has there ever been a situation that you went through a lot of trouble trying to pull off (or really looked forward to) only to see it canceled at the last minute? How did you feel about it, and was it, in retrospect, a good or bad decision?(30-Day BC) No, there has not been a situation like this in the past, but I am in the middle of a possible outcome of cancellation right now. " What happened all those years ago? I remember standing on the bridge of all things and in my hands the salvation of the universe. Just as I attempted to save us I heard a ------“. It's your blog, tell us what happens next. (BCoFs) What happened all those years ago? I remember standing on the bridge of all things and in my hands the salvation of the universe. Just as I attempted to save us I heard a loud noise and startled by it I slipped the salvation of the universe into the river. With a splash it was gone, drifting away in the stream of anonymous consciousness, waiting to be rescued by someone somewhere along the river bank. Every year I go back to that same place mourning the loss of the most important rescue of human development, hoping that someone will find it and be able to save the galaxy for eternity. There is little hope, though, since the stream is long and winding and humans are freckle beings and not that smart. But the Universe is infinite and wise, so we’ll have to wait and see what happens and wonder if there will be a permanent place for us among the stars or that we will be just a small, insignificant spec in the realm of all things. What have human beings become? Did war make us evil or did it just activate an evil lurking inside us? Are we guilty of making permanent decisions based on temporary feelings?(BC) War has been of all ages, it seems ingrained in our DNA. There has not been a single era without any war somewhere. I think it is an evil lurking inside of us. And yes, definitely are we making permanent and really bad decisions based on temporary feelings. In the context of war, but also with regards to our care of the planet, which is real, real bad and the use and exploitation of energy, endangered species and Nature in general. With the speed we are going we will be extinct pretty soon ourselves. |
The Wildcard Round! What makes you feel lucky?(30-Day BC) I feel lucky that my crib stood in this part of the Western world. In a lot of other countries, you face war, devastation, famine or rape and death on a regular basis. Being born female is great where I live, it is still not so great in some other countries where life is predominantly ruled by misogyny, racism, hate and greed. History has proved minorities only thrive within safe borders. I live inside such a safe border and I feel lucky because of that. Prompt: Curses only have power if you let them. Do you agree? Do other concepts of life have power as well?(BC) Curses are a form of black magic. I am not familiar with that but to be on the safe side I try to protect myself from it. I am doing research on black magic and black witchcraft for a story. Since this subject makes me a little apprehensive I have protected myself with a little mirror in my study. It is said that mirrors are protecting you against bad influences and spells. I think black magic can have power without you been able to control this totally. It operates beyond my realm of understanding; perhaps you can pick up things unconsciously and be influenced by it. "Someone once told me not to bite off more than I could chew. I said, I'd rather choke on greatness than nibble on mediocrity." What are your thoughts about biting off more than you chew?(BCoFs) ” To try to do too much; to take on or attempt more than one is capable of doing.” I did that in the past up to the point of burn out. Now I try not to do that anymore and I try to keep my balance within my boundaries. I think this quote refers to setting up and defining borders or not. When you are young there are no limitations you think and you will take on everything, sometimes too much. I have learned from that and am very cautious nowadays with regards to being involved and taking up new challenges. The elements of play, joy and lightness have to be in it otherwise it is a no-no for me. It has to fit in my schedule and my life easily to avoid stress. I don’t take stress very well. Furthermore: if there is balance in your life the energy is flowing back and forth in a healthy way. If you take on too much the energy will get stuck in the middle or turn negative. I only thrive by positive energy. |
War Chest Wednesday! What is the difference between 'judging' someone and simply 'disagreeing' with someone? Is it possible to let someone know you disagree with them without judging them?(30-Day BC) Disagreeing with someone is saying that your own thoughts are different from the other; you take another stance at it. It’s good nor bad, it’s simply different. Judging someone is saying that you disagree but that the thoughts of the other are bad, or even worse: that the other person is bad. Prompt: Make a list of 10 things that make you smile. This is with Elle in mind.(BCoFs) 1. Arie my dog makes me smile every day, I cannot stress the importance of having him in my daily life. 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?(BC) Strangely enough Music doesn’t play an important role in my life, it never has. I sometimes find myself listening to Schubert or another great composer, and I feel good about it, but there are times when I never listen to music at all. I am from the generation where concentration has everything to do with silence. I love silence; it makes me focus better on my writing. But there are some precious moments I find a piece of music I absolutely adore and then I can enjoy it tremendously. |
First day of "30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS" [13+] for November. I will use my blog to follow three prompts for three different forums to spice up my days. Talk Tuesday! With Christmas right around the corner (there are only eight more Fridays 'til then!)...do you pick up gifts here and there throughout the year, do you try to get as much as you can in as few trips as possible, or are you a last-minute shopper? And if you don't celebrate Christmas, tell us about your favorite gift-giving occasion. (30-Day BC) I am a bargain hunter so I am on the lookout throughout the year for Christmas gifts. Up until last year, we always celebrated Christmas at my father’s house where he and his wife would entertain us. We usually went to have dinner out and presented gifts around the Christmas tree. We, being the three kids and my sister’s two boys. So we were a group of seven each year. 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. (BCoFs) A few weeks ago I had my bi-annual clinical breast cancer exam. I had put the date out of my head and postponed it three times because the whole thing spooked me. I already in advance saw myself lying down in a contemporary hospital bed on a drip of fluids for my chemotherapy. I was that terrified by the whole idea of having to deal with breast cancer. I felt a loss of power. I was totally freaked out for a few weeks just thinking about it, something I now regret because it made my life miserable for a short period of time. It was those greedy thoughts of survival and a touch of hypochondria that made me feel this way. Since there was nothing wrong at the end, it was a total waste of time. I put out balloons to celebrate though and made myself a promise not to go those places in my mind worrying when the time is not yet right to do so. I hope to put that into practice in a short while since I am up for another bi-annual exam for cervix cancer in one month. I keep my fingers crossed! Prompt: What elements can a writer use to make his work in the horror genre scary?(BC) See my blog "How to start a scary story" . I am writing a duo piece at the moment with another member of the Rising Stars Project and we are following the guidelines written in that blog. I think a horror/scary story is very difficult to write due to the building up tension and the element of surprise. But I am submitting stories to SCREAMS!!! sometimes, just to get the hang of it. |
"Invalid Item" Houdini died on October 31, 1926 - 90 years ago today. It is well known that Houdini held a fascination with life after death. He often held séances and talked about coming back to visit friends after he died. Imagine you are holding a séance and call forth Harry Houdini. Write a poem or short story about the séance, what happens, and what Harry Houdini has to say. You can do research or you can totally make something up. But whatever you do, make it good!!! Harry Houdini’s Hoax ~Bess’ longest wait ** Image ID #1954951 Unavailable ** |
Today, on Halloween, I am celebrating my first completion of "Give It 100!" ! I did the 100 days of blogging. . I have to thank "30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS" [13+], "Blog City Prompt Forum" [E], and "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" [E] for that because of the prompts. It wasn’t hard to do at all. In fact, it was fun and I am continuing blogging since I really, really love doing that. Happy Halloween to you all! . Prompt: “Expect the good. Mentally concentrate on the good, and know that your subconscious mind answers you always. It never fails.” Joseph Murphy, from The Power of Your Subconscious Mind. How much, do you believe, the subconscious mind affects the humans and their concerns?(BcoFs) The subconscious affects us all a great deal I believe. I am an adept of Sigmund Freud who wrote: “The mind is like an iceberg, it floats with one-seventh of its bulk above water.” The rest of it is subconscious material. I loved his Interpretation of Dreams. Dreams are a great way to explore the subconscious mind. And of course, my Muse lives in the realm of the subconscious! 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?(BC) My significant other would dress up like a dog, since I am a dog owner. In Greek mythology, Cerberus, often called the "hound of Hades", is a monstrous multi-headed dog, who guards the gates of the underworld, preventing the dead from leaving. My own costume would be that of Barong a lion-like creature and character in the mythology of Bali, Indonesia. He is the king of the spirits, leader of the hosts of good, and enemy of Rangda, the demon queen and mother of all spirit guarders in the mythological traditions of Bali. The battle between Barong and Rangda is featured in Barong dance to represent the eternal battle between good and evil. Day 100 "Give It 100!" 100% complete |
"Invalid Item" Watch the video below. Use some part of the story or the story as a whole for inspiration to write your own unique story or poem. And be prepared to laugh! https://youtu.be/rS00xWnqwvI The Haunted Elevator. It was late at night as we stepped into the elevator and pushed the bottom button down. The creaky sound of metal against metal started as if the elevator was charging for the ride. But it didn’t move although the door was closed. Another push, nothing happened. The button to open the door again wasn’t functioning either. We were stuck in a claustrophobic small space with barely room for two, in a building we were not familiar with. I sighed. Suddenly the elevator moved. With every charge, it jumped down half a meter in a jerking motion. The cabin was slightly shaking. I began to worry. We looked at each other. What was happening with the elevator? Then the flight down, with every minute it accelerated, the scraping sounds of metal against a hard surface louder and louder. It was spinning out of control, we were crashing! We pushed all the buttons now, but nothing happened. We screamed, clinging on to each other, preparing for the worst. I closed my eyes. Down, down. It stopped. Somewhere between the six and fifth floor the motion stopped. The hissing began. First very softly, barely audible, but increasing. Louder. Shhhh. Shhhhh. Then the breathing started. We looked at each other in disbelief. That’s when the light in the elevator blacked out. It was pitching dark. The door opened slowly and we saw part of a brick wall; there was barely any light in the shaft. Help, somebody? Help! Our screams sounded hollow. A movement behind our backs! As we turned a dark apparition stood in the corner. Looking at us. That’s when I fainted! As I slowly opened my eyes and became conscience again, it dawned me... There was nobody there, I was alone. My friend had vanished. I burst into tears of horror. I sat on the floor crying, as the elevator slowly started moving again. The door wide open. Down, down. Minute by minute. I closed my eyes again. It crashed with a horrible bang! Word Count: 322 ** Image ID #1954951 Unavailable ** |
** Image ID #2099018 Unavailable ** Do you currently or have you ever owned a cat? Tell us a fun cat story. If you've never lived with a cat, tell us about another pet...and if you've never had a pet, what would be one of the first fun things you'd do with your pet if you ever did adopt one?(BC) I am a dog owner at the moment, but I have had cats in the past. My first cat was a male dark gray shorthaired Russian dude called GIJS (pronounced GICE). He was adorable. He died eleven years old and I was devastated because of it. My cat prince was not very agreeable to others, though, since he suffered from trauma in his early years so the story goes when I got him. Day NINETY NINE "Give It 100!" 99% complete |
** Image ID #2099018 Unavailable ** Creative Saturday: Create something with these words: tree, organize, miniature, car, worship, gaudy, piano, cheer. (BCoFs) I worship WdC. I cheer a lot at its presence on the World Wide Web. It’s coming to the point that I have to break this somewhat unhealthy habit of entering the site every minute of the day and part of the night. So I make plans to leave the shiny MBs and gaudy awardicons in my portfolio for the day and organize a field trip away from the computer. I have to breathe sometime. I agree. It is fear that makes me squeamish every time something great is happening in my life. Day NINTY EIGHT "Give It 100!" 98% complete |
Tell us about something that fucked you off this week. "JAFBG" [XGC] I am cranky right now and I have to rant about it. I am irritated, don’t feel like myself, am tired and just in a foul mood. |
"Invalid Item" The last piece of art I used for inspiration was lighthearted. This one is a little darker. So write a short story or poem using the following image as inspiration. http://marphilhearts.deviantart.com/art/Shoo-Crows-642103196Shoo She stood there in silence In the middle of the night Nightfall with full moon Moon’s radiance in dark delight Delight for crows and black birds Bird’s nest on her head Head’s up, sturdy look Look for Halloween ** Image ID #1954951 Unavailable ** |
** Image ID #2099018 Unavailable ** When everyone turns 25 years old they are assigned either a Demon or an Angel based on karma, however, you are assigned a Valkyrie? What happened, how did you luck out or not? A Valkyrie is one of a host of female figures who choose those who may die in battle and those who may live. Selecting half of those who die in battle, the Valkyries bring their chosen to the afterlife hall of the slain. I think I got one appointed to me at the age of 25 since I have struggled and came through. My mother always told us about the fairy attached to your shoulder, now I know; I don’t have a fairy but a Valkyrie. A warrior type of female figure. I like the sound of that. Demon or Angel wouldn’t do it for me at all. I think Karma is definitely working in my life since I don’t know where else the challenges I had to face are coming from. It had to be about the residue of past lives. Do you agree or disagree with this statement. "When you wake up at 2-3am without any reason there is an 80% chance someone is staring at you!" Have you ever woke up in the middle of the night and felt you weren't alone? Tell us about it. (not counting your other halves)(BC) I totally disagree and I hope I am right about this one because it would freak me out if someone was staring at me without being in the bedroom. A ghost of some sort? A dream materialized? I would be spooked. I am not alone most nights since my dog is in the habit of finding its way on top of the bed. I like it that he in a way protects me from spooky materializations since he would bark to alert me if something came up. Or I would like to think he did that. Day NINETY SEVEN "Give It 100!" 97% complete |
"Invalid Item" Short Story Day! Below is one of my favorite movie theme songs ever. And it's appropriate that the remake of this movie came out this past summer. Your mission is to write a piece of fanfic about the Ghostbusters. Play the song below for some inspiration as you write! Make sure you put fan fiction as one of your genres and as a disclaimer in your story. The story can be based off the original or the remake, whichever you are most familiar with. Fanfiction on the movie Ghostbusters (1984). “The Librarian is alone in a back room sorting books for reshelving. Behind her is the card catalogue. One of the books attracts her interest and she starts leafing through it. Another eerie note is heard as one of the drawers silently slides open behind the Librarian and hundreds of index cards start popping out. The Librarian continues reading completely oblivious to this strange phenomenon. She gets up and moves past another row of cabinets. Two more drawers quietly slide open, and thousands of file cards start shooting out of the open drawers just behind her, but the Librarian still doesn't notice.” (Ghostbusters by Harold Ramis and Dan Aykroyd. Final Shooting Script. October 7, 1983, p.1) A table is moving from the center of the room to the side. The table legs do the quick step: |
** Image ID #2099018 Unavailable ** Take this sentence and use it in a story, poem or rant: "To this dark place I've come, and come again."(BCoFs) There is only one dark place in my life right now and that is my addiction to smoking. That’s the only negative I can think of and it is a severe and pertinacious one. I am a smoker since I was seventeen years old and only have been off the cigarettes for one weekend during a field trip to jail in my early teens. No, I haven’t been incarcerated but I was in a group that played volleyball with inmates as part of a social program. At the time I gave up the smoking for one weekend. Have been smoking ever since. I am not particularly proud of the fact but at this point in my life I am not able or want to stop. It’s a mind thing, not a physical addiction. I can get over the nicotine I believe. It’s the ritual of rolling my own cigarettes, of being busy with my hands. It’s about that silly (and untrue) notion it relaxes me and it enables me to live a fairly stressless life. I use the time to smoke behind the computer as time to think, to contemplate about my writing. All the excuses made by an addict, I am aware of this. To this dark place I've come, and come again. I just cannot help myself! Prompt: How will you spend Halloween weekend and Halloween? Any special plans?(BC) No special plans since I am not celebrating Halloween other than on WdC. I have the weekend off since my computer job finished today and I can be a full-time writer from this day forward. Yippee. I am happy to devote all my time to writing now. I canceled my new plans to be a librarian for a couple of hours a week since it was not for me. The old job is gone and my new life as a writer will begin. This Halloween weekend is my fifth month into the adventure of writing in the English/American language and it’s been great so far. I’ve blossomed. So I continue this path, looking forward to what it will bring me. Lots to learn, to write, to review and have fun! Day NINETY SIX "Give It 100!" 96% complete |
"Invalid Item" A UFO has landed on our planet on Halloween. Several aliens have come to Earth to study our culture. Where did they land? What scene did they find? What conclusions will they draw? Be creative here. It can be funny, insightful, creepy, even slightly gory. Do not have the aliens watch a group of trick or treaters and write about how weird they find us. I will give you a big 0 if you do. Instead write about them coming up on a Wiccan ritual, or to a movie theater where a scary movie is playing, or make up something else entirely fictional. You can write a short story or poem. Near a high school in the west of the country, hellish lights appeared in the dark night. A UFO landed silently between the trees in the middle of the big field of the sports center. A metal bridge appeared in one of the corners of the space ship and three green figures with oval heads and no ears looked into the dark night with their big eyes. They looked at the right, at the front and straight ahead before they noticed the big building in front of them. The American School was brightly lit and several teenagers dressed up for Halloween were walking in and out of the entrance. Word Count: 495 ** Image ID #1954951 Unavailable ** |
** Image ID #2099018 Unavailable ** A fine day today. I got a letter that there was nothing wrong with my breast cancer exam. So I am in the clear for yet another two years! I am relieved and happy! 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?(BcoFs) Imagination is the name of the house my Muse lives in. It is the dwelling from which she operates. She has the key to the door so I can enter at her will. It is an obscure building somewhere between Birth and Infinity. It only contains of one room in which all things imaginable can appear or disappear. Outside is inside; the possibilities are limitless as far as she is concerned. All colors are there, although the main furniture is brown with green. It is a sealed off room without any windows, there are bars at the door to keep it private, for my eyes only. Weeds, grasses, and flowers are growing in front of the house, recognizable, so I would find it no matter what. I hope my mood, my brain, and my senses will allow me to visit every day. If I can’t find the directions to the house for some reason, and there have been reasons in the past, I am devastated. Finding my Muse’s house, finding Imagination, is necessary for me. It is the fix to my addiction, it is the place I love being. It is my mind’s eye. Prompt: Styling a home is a little bit like writing a poem. How do you feel about this statement?(BC) Arranging furniture can be like arranging words, dressing up the rooms, making it feel like home, a place you want to be. Poems are like little bits of furniture you take inside, you arrange words, add meaning, pimp up the appearances with color and scented flowers as in adverbs and adjectives. When you are finished you can proudly look at it and enjoy your work. Day NINETY FIVE "Give It 100!" 95% complete |
** Image ID #2099018 Unavailable ** "Good people are like candles; they burn themselves up to give others light." Do you agree or disagree? Do you ever feel like you've done so much in a situation you feel burned out? Tell us about one of those times.(BCoFs) I don’t agree with this quote. If people burn themselves up it is usually a sign there is something amiss in the equation. Good people or people doing good (there is a slight difference here) give others light I agree, but they shouldn’t burn themselves down. Giving others light should give light in return. It should rekindle the flame of kindness by giving light and energy in return. That way the flame of doing or being good never dies. Prompt: “Sometimes it's not enough to know what things mean; sometimes you have to know what things don't mean.” Bob Dylan. What is your take on this quote?(BC)”
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"Invalid Item" Prompt 6: Choose your candidate! Clinton or Trump? Write a short story or poem about how one of these Presidential candidates might spend their Halloween. I'm truly looking for something hilarious here. A bad joke. Donald Trump on Halloween. A three act fun play. Act one. Fade in. 31st October. In the Manhattan, New York City Penthouse house of Melania and Donald Trump. Melania: “You better hurry, Donald, the party is in about three hours.” Donald (rummaging in the bedroom): “Damn, can’t find them, nope!” Melania: “What?” Donald (sticking his head around the door): “My special ones, I cannot leave without them.” Melania: “Your special what, dear, be more specific, please?!” Donald: “My special Halloween socks, specially made in limited numbers with autograph. I won’t go to that party wearing anything else!” Melania: “Shall I help find them for you?” Donald: “You possibly couldn’t, you are a woman, you have no brain.” Melania: (chuckles) “I know that dear, how silly of me to ask. What are you going to do next, big guy?” Donald: “I know somebody who for sure can lend me his pair. I will be taking the chopper. Be back in a whiffy. “ (leaves the house barefooted) Fade out. Act two Fade in. In the house of Hillary and Bill Clinton in Chappaqua, New York. Doorbell rings Hillary: “Can you take that Bill; I am busy checking my emails!” Bill: “Sure can, hon.” (opens the door, holding a bag of sweets) Donald disguised with Monica Lewinsky mask: “Hello darling, can I have your Halloween socks back that I gave to a limited group of secret lovers back in 1996?” Bill: “Trump, you bastard! HILLARY?! Call the police. Someone is harassing me.” Fade out. Act three. Fade in. Jail. Trump:(behind bars) “I am having cold feet!” Fade out. The END Word count: 274 ** Image ID #1954951 Unavailable ** |
** Image ID #2099018 Unavailable ** Prompt: Julian Barnes writes in his book England, England, “Memories of childhood were the dreams that stayed with you after you woke.” Do you believe strong early memories offer clues to what people can become later in their lives? And how do you think this idea will play out in your characters’ actions? (BC) I am not sure how to interpret today’s prompt right, I have trouble with its meaning but I give it a try. 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?(BCoFs) An ideal world would consist of more happy people due to a more balanced economic structure so the wealth of this earth would be for all instead of for the happy few. There are far too many countries still with poverty, human trafficking, and exploitation. The resources are there to feed everyone on this earth, yet there is famine. Not everyone has access to proper health care. I would want that all changed. Day NINETY THREE "Give It 100!" 93% complete |