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Second blog -- answers to an ocean of prompts
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"Failure is unimportant. It takes courage to make a fool of yourself."

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Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
confinement of your aloneness
to learn
anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive
is too small for you.

David Whyte

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his is my supplementary blog in which I will post entries written for prompts.
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October 17, 2019 at 4:19pm
October 17, 2019 at 4:19pm
Prompt: What books are on your winter reading list?


The books I want to read, if put on a long list, would probably go around the earth’s circumference a couple of times.

At this point, I only know month by month the number of books I'll read because in Minja’s group, we each pledge to read a number of books at the beginning of the month, but I have more than six thousand books in Kindle and not enough lifetime left to read them. *Laugh*

What I am now reading and enjoying very much is the Orphan of the Salt Winds by Elizabeth Brooks.

What I have in mind in the near future are:

A couple of books by Anne Rice about Lestat
Placebo by Joe Dispenza
The Best of Adam Sharp by Graeme Simsion
Lights on the Sea by Miquel Reina
Unbreakable Mind by Matthew Piper
CRED by Ben Parris our Ŧĥē Beŋ
The Shadow Writer by Eliza Maxwell
Dragon’s Teeth by Upton Sinclair

It wouldn’t be a surprise if I only read a few of the books above and turned to other books instead, as I usually do.

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Day 2023 October 16, 2019

Prompt: "I remind myself once again that there is time, plenty of it, for favored rituals if you simply decide there is time. How do you feel about rituals?

Everyone has rituals when you think of it, especially for taking care of our bodies and our homes. That is a given.

Then I have rituals such as reading in bed while listening to soft music before going to sleep. That is my most favorite downtime.

Writing every day is a ritual, too. I try to get in some writing be it in my blog, a notebook, or something else.

Making lists for just about anything is a habit, too. I couldn’t live without my lists.

Checking on friends mostly online is another ritual.

I have other hobbies and things that I do but intermittently and if needed
I guess I could do other things, too, but every single moment of my day is taken.
October 9, 2019 at 4:54pm
October 9, 2019 at 4:54pm
Prompt: "I always cling to things that remind me of being a kid again." Melanie Martinez How do you feel about this quote?


Oh, yeah! I do that a lot! With or without realizing what I am doing. Melanie Martinez hit a nerve here.

For example, when the book sites send me the titles of books on sale, I am immediately drawn to the titles of children’s books, even though I don’t know that such a book belongs to the children’s genre.

Then for a very long time, inside my head, I likened the people I met to fairy-tale characters. One of my neighbors doesn’t know that she is Pippi Longstockings. The others…let’s not go there. This could take too long.

Also, when I hum a song, it is usually from my childhood, and I do it without realizing it. Songs like one-little, two-little Indians and the alphabet song.

Small wonder my kids adored me when they were little, and then, as soon as they grew up, they looked at me with an expression on their faces that might easily have meant, “Yech! Who’s this?”

October 5, 2019 at 10:46am
October 5, 2019 at 10:46am
Prompt: Happy World Smile Day! Share a list of ten things that make you smile.


Here are 10 things, the first five happen almost always and because of them, almost all my photos come out with a grin on my face.

The second five can happen but that is usually a rarity.
In Wdc:
1. When I see a helpful and encouraging review on the Reviewing Page.
2. When I come across an informative and/or uplifting post anywhere
3. When I find out a member does something nice for another WdC member or members
4. When SM comes up with an innovative, fun, and helpful programming addition to the site
In Real Life:
5. When I find out people I know and care about are well and happy.

6. When I do everything well on a list I have written or even finish doing whatever is on the list.
7. When I don’t forget to finish one chore before starting another one
8. When I can come up with an innovative idea for a writing project and find out that it may just work
9. When I don’t feel tired in the middle of the day with still things to be done waiting for me.
10. When the politicians and others act like human beings instead of savage beasts in the jungle, not to insult the savage beasts, btw.

September 30, 2019 at 10:12pm
September 30, 2019 at 10:12pm
Prompt: Do you think, in some restaurants, choosing what to eat from an intricate menu can resemble an odyssey? If you had such an experience, how did you handle it?


Once, about fifty years or so ago, I ended up looking at a menu with no prices on the items and everything in French. Though I can decipher French, I wasn’t familiar with the fancy names for the dishes, as the cook was a self-important snob, and possibly he made up some of the names for the dishes, and the restaurant, people were only allowed in as someone’s guest or by invitation. We were somebody’s guests. There were only four tables and about 8 -10 people at each table. As to what to make of the menu, we asked the person who took us there.

After the meal, the cook visited each table and talked to the customers, trying to find out what they thought and became mad if you said, “okay” or “fine” or something simple like that. You had to talk gastronomically. I think I pulled it well enough, but hubby was totally stunned. He looked at the guy in fear and said, pointing to me, “Whatever she says goes for me, too.” *Rolling* The man stared at him and made a gesture.

At that point, the person who had taken us to that place came to our rescue, addressing the cook by name and making small talk. So, we were off the hook.

I don’t think there are such places left in NYC, anymore, but then, I wouldn’t know for sure, as over the years, I learned to avoid most snobs.

September 28, 2019 at 7:52pm
September 28, 2019 at 7:52pm
Prompt: Tell us a flash fiction story about a boy in a striped hat.


The five-year-old put his striped hat on. His favorite hat, the one Mommy bought for the beach. Those stripes stood for something but he didn’t know what. That didn’t matter, though. He liked it that they were white like the stripes of a zebra. Maybe he became a zebra when he put his hat on.

He wanted to make a sound like a Zebra, but he didn’t know how a zebra sounded. Still, making a sound, any sound, had to be better than no sound, so he screamed. He screamed as loud as he could, his small round face growing red and blotchy, his temples throbbing, his eyes bulging.

“Switch that off!” his dad yelled. “What a pest!’

The boy stopped, hunching forward.

“Look at me!” his dad clasped his chin. “Are you out of your mind? What was that for?”

The boy hunched again, his lips twitching. He looked away although he couldn’t move his head against his dad’s grip.

“Talk! What was that for?”

He whispered. “My hat has stripes. I was a Zebra.”

His dad let go of his chin but yanked the hat off the boy's head, then pulled off its stripes. “Now, no more stripes. No more zebra!" He threw the hat on the table. "Don’t you know your mother is asleep? Can’t you understand she’s dying?”

As his dad began sobbing uncontrollably, the boy backed off, curling against the wall. Finally, he knew what those stripes stood for. Those stripes now lying on the tiles.

They were stripes of pain.
September 27, 2019 at 8:29pm
September 27, 2019 at 8:29pm
Prompt: Tell us about your writing process – do you like music or quiet, is there a special place you go to work, do you type from the beginning or write notes with a pen and paper first?


I have written so many entries on the very subject in this blog alone that when the question is asked about how, where, or when I write, I feel like gagging.

Okay, now that I’ve gotten that out of my system, I have to begin with this thought. To take writing seriously, I have to break or tweak most rules and pen, not what to lecture others or show them what I know, but only to learn a few things in the process of my writing. Other than that, any writing becomes a chore. How I write, where or when I write, pen, computer, or whatever never matters as that always changes, anyway.

I’d rather explore a subject or my own insides and hope to find something new, something omitted, something that has escaped attention. To do this, most of the time I spend is with research or deep thought (somewhat). Never mind NaNo, as I take most of my NaNo work as practice, and even then, I find myself living the lives of several or all characters, which still needs research.

For this reason, for this year’s NaNo, I am debating whether I should tackle a genre or a situation I am totally unfamiliar with. It may end up being crap, but at least I will have tried.
September 26, 2019 at 10:24pm
September 26, 2019 at 10:24pm
Prompt: Have you ever visited a farm?


Yes, I lived on a small farm as a guest for a short time when I was in my teens. I remember well the he-goat, the tough guy of the area, who chased me around. The whole thing was really funny because I don’t run away from animals and I thought he was cute, but the owners always rushed to whisk me away since that goat had hurt several people and would probably do it again. The only people he didn’t chase was the husband and wife team of owners.

The chickens were cute, and so were the sheep. What I liked most though was to sit under the fruit trees and read.

Mixed flowers in a basket

Prompt: "Life is too short to not have oysters and champagne." Chris Binkley What are your thoughts about this quote?

Is that so? I mean champagne is okay, but I am not too keen on oysters. I’d rather have a cup of tomato soup and a grilled-cheese sandwich.

Metaphorically speaking though, I agree that life is meant to be enjoyed to the best of our abilities, without hurting anyone and without creating unpleasantness.

September 24, 2019 at 1:58pm
September 24, 2019 at 1:58pm
Déjà vu: Do you believe it, and could you explain it if it were to happen to you? Have you heard or experienced any instances of it?


“Déjà vu” means “already seen” in French. People experiencing this feel an irresistible sense of familiarity with something, someone, or some situation that they have never encountered earlier.

I am not sure if this is due to wishful thinking or bad memory or maybe it has some medical explanation. Some believe the person must have lived this in a past life or it is due to precognition, but I am not very sure about any of these explanations. To the best of my faulty memory, something like déjà vu happened to me twice.

In my dinosaur time, in ninth grade, I used to really like a lit teacher. One of my aunts who herself was a Home-Ec teacher in a different school at a distant town took me to visit a friend of hers in another far-away town where I hadn’t been before. This woman we visited was also a Home-Ec teacher, and the minute we set foot inside her house, I felt I had been there before and I knew her from somewhere. What I didn’t know was/is how. During the conversation when she asked me which school I attended, we all found out that she was my lit teacher’s sister, but she didn’t resemble my teacher, at all. I must have sensed something for sure, and to this day, I can’t wrap my mind around it.

The second one has to do with my daughter-in-law. The very first time I met her when my son brought her over, I felt I knew her and warmed up to her immediately. And I told her this and later to her mother, too. My son had other girlfriends earlier. I had felt nothing like that when I had met them. To this day, she feels as if she is my daughter. Once, my other son even accused me with stealing somebody else’s child. Lol!

I don’t remember having any other déjà vu experiences like these two I mentioned above, but both of them can be explained in some logical way, I guess. I don't know for sure, though.

There might be some way other than a past-life experience. Or just maybe? I wonder.

September 23, 2019 at 1:30pm
September 23, 2019 at 1:30pm
“In order to enjoy life, we should not enjoy it too much,” says Vladimir Nabokov in Speak Memory.
What do you think he means and do you agree with him?


My question is how can a decent person enjoy life without feeling any responsibility, if not for the whole vista but for herself and those around her?

Then, I might reverse myself and ask what’s wrong with enjoying life?

In answer to both my questions, there is nothing wrong with enjoying life. In fact, life is made to be enjoyed. The trick is in the how of it.

The problem here lies with a person who thinks he or she is enjoying life by going to the excesses like addictions or she thinks enjoying life means imitating people who think they are enjoying life. This is an important distinction, which I learned while raising my two sons.

In my opinion, to enjoy life in this goal-obsessed society, we can pat ourselves on the back for our small wins and consider our losses as learning opportunities. After all, our feelings pass and no one can be deliriously happy all the time.

When we choose well, invest in ourselves by being aware of the consequences of our actions, noting how we manage our time, minimizing mental clutter, noticing the stuff to be grateful about, exploring new avenues, keeping our minds active, and building positive relationships, we can’t avoid but be happy.

What-the-enjoyment-of- life-is-not takes the form of naively imitating the life styles of others, doing things to excess like getting dead drunk to end up in a coma, and taking pride in hurting a person or anything alive.

Then, in fairness to Vladimir Nabokov, granted that he has a pessimistic outlook due to his personal life experiences, I took this quote somewhat out of context. The way I understood it, he was talking about our short time on earth. I’m going to post here what he exactly said, be it a longish excerpt.

“…first and last things often tend to have an adolescent note—unless, possibly, they are directed by some venerable and rigid religion. Nature expects a full-grown man to accept the two black voids, fore and aft, as stolidly as he accepts the extraordinary vision in between. Imagination, the supreme delight of the immortal and the immature, should be limited. In order to enjoy life, we should not enjoy it too much.

“I rebel against this state of affairs. I feel the urge to take my rebellion outside and picket nature. Over and over again, my mind has made colossal efforts to distinguish the faintest of personal glimmer in the impersonal darkness on both sides of my life.”

September 20, 2019 at 5:18pm
September 20, 2019 at 5:18pm
September 18,19, and 20

Prompt: What's a current frustration of yours?

My current frustration is not having enough time or quiet to write. I used to do better, but nowadays, I have to do more things in real life and I get interrupted every five minutes or so by someone, something, or other, and there goes my writing out the window.

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Prompt: What was your favorite game when you were a kid?

When I was a kid? That’s so long ago that I barely recall. We mostly made up our own games.

One favorite pastime for me and my favorite cousin and bf was sitting nicely and quietly in the same room with the adults and attaching an off-color or bawdy meaning to any most used word in the language such as “thing” “people” “say.” When the adults used those words in totally innocent sentences, the meanings would end up being bizarre or hilarious, and we’d giggle.

Another one was we’d take a schoolbook and a notebook or sheets of paper (to act as if we are doing schoolwork) and write down exactly the words the adults spoke. In later life, this helped me to do schoolwork and take dictation because I could write so fast. Even in old age with arthritis in my fingers, I can still write much faster than my husband.

We’d also hide some item that is widely used like a guest’s overcoat or someone’s shoes or anything and watch the adults scramble for it.

Come to think of it, we were terrible and delinquent somewhat, but we passed ourselves off--very professionally, I might add--as well-behaved, model children. The only one we couldn’t fool was my mother. I guess she knew what my internal organs were made up of.

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Prompt: "I'm a captive of my own ambitions." Patsy Kline What is your take on this quote?


When someone is too ambitious and works far too hard to make his dreams and goals become reality, they might lose sight of what may be truly important to them like family and relationships.

Such a person, possibly to prove to himself how good he is, can start early and work late, pushing aside everyone and everything, including his physical and mental health. Some diseases like shingles and depression can happen because of the stress one puts on himself.

It is something else if the person truly enjoys hard work. That may be beneficial, but if a person pushes himself to do hard work to reach his goals against his own welfare and best judgment, he may end up losing his freedom and happiness, as if he is in a prison held captive by his own ambitions.

September 14, 2019 at 5:51pm
September 14, 2019 at 5:51pm
Prompt: Tell us about your writing process – do you like music or quiet, is there a special place you go.


I have too many entries on my writing in this blog. Just search write and writing and they abound. Besides, each project has a life of its own, which means each one is a different process.

I like soft, wordless music when I am reading, but I prefer absolute quiet when I am writing, which I can’t get. That shows why I haven’t written anything of importance for a long time.

What bugs me lately is that NaNo is on the horizon, and as much as I love it, I am not sure I’ll be able to do it this year. Too much real life, lately. But who knows? As doubt crosses my mind, I realize that my writing has been left uninhabited, like a haunted house and it scares me.

Feeling bewitched or ghosted, I can’t avert my attention from it, staring in disbelief at my fear and indecision, I am starting to notice the walls I erect around me. Maybe I’ll start the writing anyway or maybe I’ll finish the one unfinished novel from long ago. I so want to do this, but I worry that I’ll be conflicted whether I attempt it or not. I never had a NaNo project I didn’t finish by the end of November. What if I don’t finish it this time? So what?

I might as well attempt it once more, now that I have wheedled and persuaded myself while writing this entry. *Rolling*

As you see, here is the beginning of my writing process. The indecision, then persuasion. The rest? It depends. *Wink*
September 13, 2019 at 1:15pm
September 13, 2019 at 1:15pm
How have your friendships with other women inspired you, or helped you to become a better you?


First, the only person that can really make me better is me alone.

Then, while raising one of my sons, having dealt with what bad friends could do to a person, I do understand and appreciate the value of this question and the value of truly fine and moral friends.

I am careful with friendships, even though I am friendly with almost anyone, except the crooked people who act nice and call me on the phone as if they are from Medicare, which again happened a few minutes ago. You won’t believe how rude I am to such people.

My rule number one: A good friend will never force you into anything you don’t want to do, even if he or she detects danger.

Rule number two: A good friend will not encourage you if you are doing something wrong or hurtful to anyone else.

That just about covers it, with a few amendments here and there.

Having said all that, a good friendship has nothing to do with gender. It isn’t only the women who have made my life fuller. I have had and still have man friends who made much better friends than any she-friend I had.

In short, I think a true friend accepts you as you are, understands your life and work and what you have done so far, and hopes the best for your future.
September 12, 2019 at 12:39pm
September 12, 2019 at 12:39pm
Prompt: "Your brain is always taking dictation. I'm just copying what's in my mind's eye." Maritza Moran Do you write like this? What are your thoughts?


I don’t know exactly how I write because I write whatever comes and I don’t like to revise a lot, either, because I don’t want to change that first impact too much.

On the other hand, I agree that the brain is a compiler and not only it takes dictation, but with what it has stored, it dictates us. Just our jumbled dreams show what is in the soup up inside our heads.

Then, I was surprised to read that those who investigate how-our-brains-work believe that the brain first notices race and gender before all else. Heck, I am not so sure of that. My brain even forgets the faces unless the person is important to me in some way. But then, we are bombarded with too much information from all around us, and if it weren’t for the brain’s taking dictation incessantly, with the too little time we have, how would we go about our lives?

Coming back to writing, I am glad for the brain’s work, in any capacity. But being only an organ like any other, maybe the brain gets extra help from elsewhere, say the collective mind?

September 11, 2019 at 9:16pm
September 11, 2019 at 9:16pm
Prompt: 9-11. Write a poem or something about 9-11.


there will be no forgetting
not just those four puny planes
nineteen evil criminals with ill will
toward our ways, our structures
and their hatred still brewing

but the valor of the brave
with heroic acts of service,
under tragic uncertainty,
with kindness and sacrifice
nurtured with affection

with justice and tenderness for
what we all stand for
with their names etched
on stone and in our hearts
there will be no forgetting


On 9/11

It was the worst thing that could happen, the worst thing in my lifetime.

My older son was working in some place downtown. They had offered him a job in Deutche Bank in one of the twin towers. He turned it down. We thought he was being foolish because it would have been a promotion. He said he just didn't have a good feeling about it. In hindsight, I guess it was his sixth sense or whatever. He lives on Long Island. On 9/11, when the first plane hit, he was just getting out of the train.

My husband and I saw it on CNBC. Sue Herera was talking. She said something is happening in downtown, and they turned the cameras to the window behind her. Then we saw the first plane half in and half out of the building, I called my son's cell. He was trying to get to work, but people were going the wrong way. He said no one knew what was happening. I told him not to go to work and that there was some kind of a danger. So he walked with everyone uptown and ended in a cafe around Columbia University, in the meantime, periodically talking with us on his cell. He said that people were saying we are being attacked and maybe it would be the third World War. There were all kinds of stories going on, he said and no one really knew what was happening. We became his only news source. Toward the evening, the LIRR opened. We told him to take the train and go back home, and he did.

After that, he was greatly traumatized. He left his job and tried to work in several other places part time. Then, for a long time, years in fact, he couldn't work. Only lately, he's picking himself up. He didn't go for help or anything, either. We helped him because he refused to take government money. But his is nothing compared to what happened to us the USA citizens that day. We lost our trust, our innocence, in other people.

To this day, I can't erase from my mind what I saw on the TV screen. I can't ever forget.
August 21, 2019 at 4:16pm
August 21, 2019 at 4:16pm
Prompt: "To be kind to all, to like many and love a few, to be needed and wanted by those we love, is certainly the nearest we can come to happiness." Mary Stuart, Queen Of Scots What are your views about this?


This is all nice and very good, but how much does it have to do with true happiness, rather happiness with meaning?

Granted, an above-described individual has lasting, positive interactions and his or her need to belong is satisfied. This is all good and possibly a step toward happiness.

In my case, however, I am the happiest when I am doing something I like, whatever that may be at any given moment. I am also at my happiest during the times of solitude when I can get in touch with myself. Still, would I want solitude all the time? Definitely no. And in the same vein, would I want to be around people, even the people I love, all the time? Again, no. Thus, a good proportion is what is needed to feel happy, most of the time.

Even so, happiness being the goal of life seems lacking to me. There is something there that doesn’t correspond with the needs of human nature. This reminds me of Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World, in which the hero escaped from paradise to live in a risky world where he had a choice of effort to make a difference. More meaning exists in a world of suffering, suspense, and humanness.

Thus, I think a meaningful life, rather than an always happy one, should be the ultimate goal for mankind. Striving toward something, working against injustice, and bettering oneself and the lives of others make people who they are. After all, one can be stupid, ignorant, lazy, and happy.

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Prompt: As you go through your day, how much do you think of the existence of the sun? Do you love it or do you hate it? Do you think at one time or another it can be a threat to earth’s existence? And what about the time when humans worshipped it?


I have never really given a thought to the existence of the sun. It just is. It is there.

Still, I have to love the sun or at least, like it. Without it, none of us would be alive. I don’t much care for its hot, scorching effect during its hottest time in summer when its rays hit directly on us with more force than it does during the winter months.

Sun as a symbol means warmth, joy, ease, color, and fullness. It can also symbolize intellect, understanding, glory, and fame. A ray of sunshine, for example, may mean a sudden grasp of a situation or a piece of happy news.

Sun is the star of hot plasma which aids life and it is our ultimate source of energy for life. The effects of the sun on our being has been recognized since prehistoric times, even to the degree of it being worshipped as a deity. Yet, it is not a deity but just a star with electromagnetic properties, providing a weak tidal effect on the planets around it as it is the largest object around us. It is estimated that it has had the power to stay active for about five billion years with five billion more years of possible life. That’s good to know!

But if it expands or dies down, I’m sure it will be a threat to the earth’s and other planets’ existence.
August 19, 2019 at 2:06pm
August 19, 2019 at 2:06pm
Prompt: What does the phrase “Closed Door” mean to you? If there is such a situation, what’s behind the door? Why is it closed?


A closed-door means that something or someone inside doesn’t want to be exposed for any reason. It might be something horrific, something secret, or something that’s being formulated as a surprise or shock for later.

One way to have closed-door opened is to come up with a clever, polite request, which may have the capacity to open closed doors and also, closed minds.

Another way could be that I might knock gently on a closed door, but if it still doesn’t open, I won’t linger and worry why that door is closed. Instead, I’d look for another door that opens when it sees me. That might be a better option that might have been meant for me to take. If a door I want to open--such as a career choice or a personal wish--is closed at my face, then I’ll think that wasn’t meant for me, and I am sure powers-that-be have something more beneficial for my life instead. So, I’ll look for opportunities elsewhere.

Yet, if someone shuts me in a room and closes the door on me so that I can’t get out, then I am going to kick that door open because I will not allow anyone to shut me, to let me rot, or shame me into silence without my consent.

August 16, 2019 at 11:51pm
August 16, 2019 at 11:51pm
Prompt: If you were to describe yourself as a tree, what kind of tree would you be? What do you see as your life cycle as a tree?


Since I have difficulty to see me as a tree, I'll write about the kind of tree I'd love to be.

I would love to be an oak to supply acorns to cute squirrels. I like to see things from a distance but with everything surrounding them, and certainly, an oak has the larger view, especially from its top branches.

In addition, oaks are deep-rooted and they can exist in clusters or as lone trees, and they hold their place, come rain or shine. I like my aloneness but I can also relate to people. In fact, I love people.

An oak also casts a great shadow, sheltering other living things from the rays of the scorching sun in summer, and it provides a home for birds and feeds the earth it stands on with its fallen leaves turning to mulch underneath. All in all, an oak loves life and living things, and so do I.

Several decades ago, our house in another state had a large backyard with about 200 oak trees, an apple orchard, and several other kinds of trees. It used to be my favorite place to live. There, I fell in love with the oaks, with their resilience, their regal bodies, and limbs with unassuming colors, only to be adorned with green in spring.

We had a couple of hurricanes hitting the state, then. Although we lost a few other trees, none of the oaks fell. They were resistant and hardy. I think those are excellent qualities to wish for.

August 16, 2019 at 3:23pm
August 16, 2019 at 3:23pm
Do you still keep a personal journal? How is it different from your blog, or are the two connected in some way?


I wish I could keep to that journal all the time. I used to keep one until I got married. Then, for several reasons, I stopped. I wish I hadn’t. I lost so much material because of it. Now, I write in a physical personal journal every once in a while, but I am not good with it. I think in the bottom of my hesitancy lies the fact that after I die, the journal will stay and some people may be hurt reading what I say.

As to my journal’s relationship with my blog, there is no relationship there. In the blog, I answer to prompts and I try to evade personal stuff, although I am totally honest with what I write.

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Prompt: What have you learned from blogging?


I don’t know if I learned anything, but it is fun to see how each blogger responds to the same prompt. We are all different and our experiences are different, too. This makes the answers varied and interesting.

I am guessing because I try to answer all the prompts and I usually write in a rush, my writing is gaining speed even if a form of triteness together with it; however, I am not complaining since my expression used to be more didactic, which I wanted to shake off.

August 13, 2019 at 11:17pm
August 13, 2019 at 11:17pm
Prompt: "I think quotes are very dangerous things." Kate Bush Do you agree with this?


From where I stand, I think quotes make great prompts to write from, but to a person who doesn’t read or write much, I can see how they can be boring and even threatening. This may be because some people dislike the feeling when a quote deftly points to their shortcomings, especially if such people have never thought about or tried to improve their own internal workings.

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Prompt: “The best stories don't come from "good vs. bad" but "good vs. good.”
Leo Tolstoy
Agree or disagree and what do you think Tolstoy meant?


From the pen of a master, good vs.bad or good vs. good do not matter. Either theme will provide an excellent story.

Still, in good vs.good, the conflict may have the inclination to grow larger and deeper. This resembles a couple of people at odds with each other with both showing equally good points; such a conflict attracts the interest of an onlooker more strongly, the onlooker being the reader. Surely, this theme is more interesting but also more difficult to write.

The same clash may happen in real life when a couple in a relationship break apart and their friends don’t know what to do as they like each person equally.

August 9, 2019 at 1:16pm
August 9, 2019 at 1:16pm
Prompt: Which cartoon character best represents your personality?


Hahaha! I might have a personality split here. I might be the Piglet (A.A. Milne) or a Max Goof (Goofy’s son), at times, to turn into a Mighty Mouse. About the word Mighty, I might be wrong, of course. Very very wrong!

Internally, I would have liked to be the Beauty in Beauty and the Beast, my favorite kiddie story of all time, if for nothing but for taming the beast and getting hold of his library. (Heck, in real life, I can't even tame a dog because of respect to a dog's personality.)

Fact is, I don’t believe any one cartoon character represents me. I think I am a patchwork of several, like a patchwork quilt, and I might take under my cover just about everything. *Rolling*

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