One writer's journey
She sat down at her old wooden desk, pen at the ready. Her thoughts raced. What shall I write today? Tilting her head to the side, a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth before enveloping her delicate face. The purple ink began to fill the once blank sheet, each stroke a labor of pure joy as the words flowed from her mind, her heart, her very soul.
to write of romance and endless love
to love without boundaries
to learn from past mistakes
to laugh with all my heart
to be the woman I am meant to be
I will reach for the stars
Will not give up
Will give all that I have
Dare to dream the impossible dream
For anything in this life is possible
|Prompt: Susan B. Anthony , who was born on this day back in 1820, once said, "Forget conventionalisms; forget what the world thinks of you stepping out of your place; think your best thoughts, speak your best words, work your best works, looking to your own conscience for approval." Take apart her quote; what does each part mean to you? How does it motivate you to do the things you want to do and the things you love to do? Do her words still matter, some 150+ years later? And how important is approval or validation of your work, be it in writing, or in your day-to-day life?
Ooooo we get to dissect today! This could get interesting indeed.
I'm all for forgetting society's expectations and marching to the beat of my own drummer. Though this is easier said than done. The world demands a lot of us.
I believe Susan B. Anthony wanted each of us to find our own inner strength and empower ourselves as we set out into the world.
Think your best thoughts
The power of positivity certainly keeps us in a happy place. The happier we are, the more we will shine. Those little day-to-day annoyances will be brushed right off and not effect us on a deeper level. We spend so much time analyzing the mundane crap that happens and finding ways to sabotage ourselves it's exhausting. Putting good thoughts in our heads about the world around us will keep the weight of the world off our shoulders and we will feel lighter.
Speak your best words
Again, the power of positivity. Have you ever noticed how getting a compliment brings a smile and makes you feel better? Just as a negative comment to you can make you feel worse about yourself. If we all thought things through before we spoke and only said nice things to one another the world would be a better place. I don't understand why people find it necessary to trash talk everything they see in front of them, especially people. Look at the bashing Lady Gaga took after her halftime performance. This is exactly what is wrong with the world today. They weren't commenting on her kick ass performance. God forbid! No, the haters came out in droves to comment on her stomach because she showed a little skin. Wake up people, she is tame compared to most of the celebrities that show so much of their bodies there is nothing left to the imagination. Ugh, I'm off on a rant now My bad.
Work your best works
Whatever it is your good at, do your very best. Even if you're not so great at a specific task, put forth your best effort. No one can say anything bad about doing your best. There is nothing better than a sense of accomplishment, and if we work at something, there is a payoff for it. Even if we are the only ones that see it.
Looking to your own conscience for approval.
There it is in a nutshell. The only persons actions we are responsible for is ourselves. We do not need anyone else's approval for the things we say and do. We all have that inner voice that tries to guide us through this life. When we make a mistake, it's ours alone. Own it. When we do good, take pride in that. And when we screw up, learn and grow from it.
Good advise and a great reminder.
Tell us a story! Not including your WDC handle or offsite accounts elsewhere, have you ever had to (or tried to) use a fake name before? Have you ever given someone a false phone number or address, maybe to get out of an awkward situation? Has it ever come back to haunt you?
This kind of fast thinking may have helped me out over the years. Nope, I'm the blunt one, remember??? I never tried to lie about my name and if I didn't want you to have my number, you wouldn't be getting it from me. Besides the fact that our phone number was in the phone book so it wasn't hard to get if you knew where I lived.
I suck at lying. Honestly I do. So I learned early on not to even bother because it always came back and bit me. HARD!
|You knew this was coming back around didn't you? No, you say. Well you damn well should have!
Prompt: Tell us about something/someone that fucked you off this week.
I need to fucking rant because I'm so annoyed at the moment. And I hope this doesn't get us into some serious issues, but sorry Homeland Security, it needs to be done. And on that note...too fucking bad.
We sent ALL of the paperwork, with the two pretty checks [one was pretty hefty] for my daughter-in-law to change her immigration status since she's all legally married now. They asked for an arm and leg, and of course we complied with that as well. Saturday we were so excited because their bank account showed that the checks were both pending! Good news right? I mean hell if they are trying to cash the checks then the paperwork must have been in order.
Guess what? We received the rejection letter today. Fuckers. Ask me why. You know you wanna know why they rejected her change of status. Because they wanted ONE check, not TWO. Now mind you, the instructions imply they should be separate. Nowhere does it say they expect one check.
So we call the lovely 1-800 number and speak to a real live person. And she informs us the amount of the check, and said it's to their discretion if they accept one check or two. Are you fucking kidding me? Some pencil pusher is having a shitty day and decides that two checks made his damn job harder and denied her. Alrighty then, asshole. We can write another check and resubmit. She also informs us that all of the paperwork we submitted was returned to us. Do you think it was all there? Nope. Fuckers!
We are short her photos they requested. The affidavit of support. Her paper to legally work here. Her immunization record. Her birth certificate. R's passport photo. Hmm, something else was missing. What was it? Hmmm, oh yes, and the TWO DAMN CHECKS. And they are still trying to push the checks through even after rejecting her paperwork.
So we call the bank, and get hit with those fees to cancel said checks. Now we are running around gathering up all of the things that went missing. Not like we don't have it, but I swear to Creator it feels like we are purposely getting fucked around here.
I know this jag off took office and the entire system is sitting around with their thumbs up their assholes since they don't know what the hell is going on anymore. And I get it. But this sure smells fishy to me. We sent that paperwork in before the ban took effect. Before the country went into chaos. My guess is if he can't win that little agenda because it goes against the Constitution then he has to do something to stroke that major pissy ego of his. And he did it too!
My poor daughter-in-law though. I'm just glad she's pissed and not upset. She is determined to send everything in all over again and jump through those shit ass hoops they are tossing in her path. And not just send it in, determined to make sure they have more than what they requested just so they can't toss it back to us on another trumped up technicality.
I'll be waiting to see how this plays out. I highly doubt all the missing documentation will show up in the mail tomorrow
|Prompt: Dictionary.com's Word of the Day for Sunday was "calliopean", meaning "piercingly loud; resembling a calliope in sound". Tell us about a time when you've experienced what you might consider to be the worst loud sound you can imagine, and how did you react to it?
The loudest sounds I've ever heard were bombs falling from the sky while I vacationed in Lebanon summer of 2006. The boys were with me. Zak was 13 and Danny just 10. R never made it over because Israel bombed the airport runways. Still to this day I cannot decide which is worse. Hearing the screaming whistle as the bomb flies through the sky only to explode at it's target, no idea how close it is. Or, being at my house up in the mountains where I watched the F-16s launch those missle's. The planes were usually right in front of my house, then the red light would flicker, release the bomb, and I would watch it launch toward Beirut, not knowing what it would take out next. I watched them take out the runways from my balcony. Sometimes, even 11 years later I cringe when I hear fireworks. Bombs and some fireworks really sound a lot alike when they explode. That experience kind of ruined fireworks for me.
I held myself together pretty well for my kids sake, but there were terrifying moments where I'd cry in the bathroom. Every bomb that exploded made me jump. If I was walking and heard one, my knees sometimes buckled. Ten days we lived through the war as the US searched for and came up with an evacuation plan. Still classify this as the worst experience of my life, and one I'm thankful for because my oldest and I figured out what was causing a chronic three year illness that no doctors could figure out. For every negative there has to be a positive.
|Prompt: A recent article in the Wall Street Journal explores bibliotherapy, "detox" book recommendations to help treat issues like stress, procrastination, and bereavement. The founder of the Book Pharmacy in Berlin suggests that "there are 'detox classics,' including epics like The Odyssey, and 'detox-by-distraction' bundles of crime, romance, or fantasy." Write a short story in which a character visits a "book doctor." What might prompt this sort of treatment? Which books are prescribed, and do they work as a cure? Are there any side effects?
It's weird to think a book can cure you from the blues. Stranger still to find myself walking into a doctor’s office where the prescription pad is replaced with wall-to-wall bookshelves. but at this point, I had nowhere else to turn. And before you ask; yes, they really do exist.
Books always held great charm for me, and with my vivid imagination constantly running wild I could always lose myself in one. You might think an active imagination is a good thing, and I’d agree. Except for when it isn’t. For those days and nights when the negativity and bad vibes interrupt and my imagination takes me to the darkest of places. Those are the days I find it difficult to get out of bed, get dressed, eat, oh hell, function. Today, I managed to drag my ass out of bed and out of the house for the sole purpose of seeking help.
Here I sat in a comfy leather chair, waiting for Dr. Bilbo to assess my situation and tell me what book would pull me out of my doldrums, and in turn, make me give a damn again.
He sat behind a glass desk, fingers steepled and studying me until I squirmed in my chair. His dark hair had that rumpled, just gotten out of bed look and I found myself thinking maybe he was in need of a detox by distraction as well.
“A broken heart. Depression. Insomnia. I’d even go so far as to say you also suffer from pent up sexual frustration.”
My eyebrows rose listening to the monotone way he’d said it, as a pang of sadness gripped my heart like a vice. Damn this guy was good.
“True. Do you really think reading a book is going to help me bounce back after losing my husband?”
“It won’t hurt you to try. You’re not sleeping anyway, and reading may help you with the sleep deprivation.” He stood up and moved around the desk. “Come.”
I got up and followed him out to the bookshelves that lined the outer office, wondering what kind of book would be thrust into my hands. The last thing I needed was a book telling me something I already knew.
Dr. Bilbo pulled a paperback from a shelf and handed them to me. To my horror, I read the titles and cringed. “Porn? You want me to read pornography? No thanks.”
He snatched the book from my hand and laughed. “It’s hardly porn.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but he cut me off.
“No, it’s not a fluff erotica either. It’s a romance novel, and yes, while it may have intimate moments between the lead characters, it’s well written.”
I shook my head, staring at the infinity ring surrounded by green and purple flower on the cover. “I don’t see how this will help. At best, it’s going to make me long for things I no longer have. How is that helping me?”
“Before you start reading, I want you to curl up in your favorite spot. Close your eyes and picture you and your husband when you were just starting out. Remember what it felt like back then to be in love, not a care in the world.”
I had done that so many times over the years I didn’t think that doing it again would bring me anything but more heartache. I spent months crying until I could cry no more. “Doc, please. I don’t think I can take myself back there.”
“You can. I know it’s going to be difficult, but you need to feel. You need to remember. Get lost caught up in the storyline.”
I took the book back and nodded, doubting that a story would wash away the constant numbing I was feeling.
Opening the book that night, I held little expectations, aside from some sappy romance that would leave me feeling more alone than ever.
It is in every word he speaks.
In every gentle kiss upon my cheek.
In those quiet whispers in the dark.
In the rapid beating of our hearts.
In the way he holds me tight.
In his vibrant shining light.
For I am him and he is me.
Tears blurred my vision and rolled down my cheeks. How did the author know? How had she managed to describe how I saw my husband? How did she know that when I thought of us, I saw eternity?
|Prompt: So...uhhh, what do you do during awkward silences?
There's an awkward silence? No!
You know that person that is constantly chattering on and chimes in with their two cents? The one you wish would just shut up? The one that can get annoying with too many questions, or feigned interest. You know where this is going right? It's me. It's me! It's true. I'm the chatterbox. The blunt one who can make the awkward silence happen by putting you on the spot, and then abruptly change the subject so fast you get whiplash. It's a gift. What can I say?
I'm the one my family comes to to get answers out of others. If they can't ask themselves, they get me to do it because they know I have no problems being blunt, or digging into your personal life. Oh, and I do it with a smile. I mean, who can resist a sweet smile?
Me: When are you going to get a job? Or do you like being a lazy ass?
Me: Hey did you hear that there's a new 24 coming out? *snicker*
Update! I'm adding this because it is so damn funny to me. After I posted, got offline and started getting ready for work, who should text me??? The uncle! I was thinking his ears must be burning, but not wanting to deal with his wrath I decided not to mention he made my blog entry today. Just need to keep our text messages for posterity
Uncle: Excuse me miss, have you any cans on this fine day.
Me: Lmao. Yes, sir. There are quite a few prospects in the garage. Would you like me to drop them off on my way to work?
Uncle: That would be very nice. I look forward to hearing from you. Might that be about 10ish?
Me: Yes. I'll text you when I'm on my way
Uncle. Very good. Ta ta
Though now I'm wondering who that person was texting me and what they did with my uncle!
|"30-Day Blogging Challenge" by Fivesixer (Halloween version)
Prompt: You're starving. You've only got $3 and some loose change on you. It's gonna be at least eight hours before you're home or with anyone who can spot you some extra cash. The only place around is a gas station convenience store. What is your go-to food/drink option? Be prepared to defend your choice...you're all a talented bunch of bloggers and I expect to see lots of questions and debates in the comments!
Well isn't this prompt a pita! I was just standing in CVS with Mona and was shocked to see a damn candy bar was $1.25. You can tell how often I buy them. And the cashier and I were talking about how we could buy four for that much back in the day, or all the penny candy we'd get that would last. Looks like with this prompt I'm pretty much screwed, but here I am, ready to delve into the possibilities of gas station grub.
Top of the list is always coffee. This Michigan girl will kill for it, and die if she doesn't get it. Which is probably half of my funds right there. Water would be a good choice, but let's face it, it's not going to warm me up with the weather here is it? And with that coffee I'd need something sweet, like a chocolate chip muffin. They are so big now that it would be easy to cut it into fours and and spread it out through the day.
Sounds good to me!
"30-Day Blogging Challenge" by Fivesixer (Halloween version)
This funky prompt is going for a 1000gps if you dare play. There are 3 random sentences on creation Saturday and it's your blog create whatever comes to mind but each line must be used and a link or at least the title to a song in your post.
1.The memory we used to share is no longer coherent.
2.Let's all be unique together until we realize we are all the same.
( provide us with a song of your choosing)
3. A song can make or ruin a person’s day if they let it get to them.
The memory we used to share is no longer coherent, because everyone's memory is different. Some of us have a photographic memory and remember even the tiniest of details. I have a good memory, but shared events with family and friends always seem different for each of us. I think emotions change the way we see things from our past. Not to mention the way each of us observes things going on around us. Add time into the mix, the way you felt then and now, and that memory is destined to be a little different. Jaded perhaps. Fond. I'll take the warm and fuzzies myself if possible.
Let's all be unique together until we realize we are all the same. I admit I like being unique, different from everyone else. But if I were to strip it down, no fancy clothing, no hair, no makeup, no body - right down to our souls. Then we would all be the same. All of us made by the same Creator. Ah, but even then I would have to disagree and say we are all unique, even at our core, at the soul level. We experience things differently, which in turns shapes us, and I believe it's meant to be that way. We are meant to feel and think, to analyze and find the things that ring true to us, heart and soul. Besides, if we are all the same I would find that rather boring. Can you imagine what kind of world that would be? All of us the same mindset--what an effin nightmare!
A song can make or ruin a person’s day if they let it get to them. This rings so true for me. I live for music, old and new, and am constantly finding songs that speak to me. This morning I actually have this song on a loop in my head, so I'm going to use it.
It reminds me of someone that I lost, and of the belief that one day we will see each other again. This is one of those songs that makes me happy on good days, and sad on bad days. Today I suppose it's a little bit of both. Bittersweet is definitely the word I'd use for it. Now I'm off to listen to the song so maybe the loop that's in my head will quiet. That's the hope anyway.
|"30-Day Bloggers Group" by Fivesixer (Halloween version)
Prompt: Tell us a little bit about your WDC handle/username. Is there a story behind it? Are you personally named after someone, family or otherwise?
I imagine my username is quiet obvious. I'm a purple fanatic. Anyone who knows me is well aware of that fact. Purple rules my world. I've always been drawn to the color. My bedroom is mostly purple. The walls, comforter, rugs--all purple. My everyday purse is purple, and I'd say about 60% of my clothing is purple as well. I've had purple cellphones and laptops. And I love purple with bling.
I really don't see myself as a Princess, but I probably do things that others would think of as being Princess like.
Here's a tidbit I bet a lot of you don't know. I've been here almost ten years now, and I didn't always have this handle. About six years ago I gave it up. . I wanted a change, to escape some bad drama I was caught up in on site. So I paid the gp's and changed my name to Amethyst. Still purple, and it was sweet that my WdC friends started calling me Ame for short, but I missed Purpleprincess.
I even have the sigs to prove it!
Luckily for me, when I emailed SM, he told me someone actually signed up on site and wanted that username, but they never logged on to make the account active. So I got my name back!
I guess at heart, I'm a Purpleprincess. What can I say?
And then there's my real name, Theresa, though everyone calls T, even my mother. Not always, but it's the nickname that sticks, and I do kinda like being called T. I don't believe I was named after anyone specific. That story seems to change depending on who you ask.
Prompt: Check out "The Quill Awards" by Kittiara , and then take a quick look at the list of items nominated so far (the cutoff for noms was 1/31/17, and the list hasn't been completely updated yet) here: "Quills 2016 Nominations" by Elle . Pick one of the items nominated for a 2016 Quill, and review it. Post your review in your blog using the Invalid Review tag, tell us what drew you to that particular piece in the first place, and if you have any previous Quills ceremony experiences please share them with us (and if you don't, based on the links in this prompt, give us your idea of what you think the WDC Quill Awards experience is like from an outsider's perspective).
"Prince Musical Writing Challenge Contest" by Princess Morticia Megan Rose Review of "Prince Musical Writing Challenge Contest"
I chose the Prince Music Challenge because it was something I participated in during WdC's big birthday bash. First, I love Prince and his music. He totally shaped my teen years. I was shocked by his sudden death, and knew that there wouldn't be anyone quite like him again in my lifetime. He was pure raw talent, and that is so hard to come by. I had the pleasure of seeing him in concert and it was the most amazing thing I'd ever witnessed. If you had the chance to see him live, you know exactly what I'm talking about.
I thought participating in the challenge was going to be really easy. I mean, how hard could it be right? Pick 16 or your favorite Prince songs and use a few lines of lyrics to write a story, or poem around. I came up with list right away. But as the challenge kicked off, I soon realized it wasn't as easy as I thought. So then I started making changes to the songs I was going to be working with. It pulled me out of my comfort zone. I don't write a lot of poetry, but suddenly it was something I felt the pull to do with regards to the songs I'd chosen.
It took me almost all 30 days to complete the 16 writing assignments, and in the end, I was better for the challenge. I spent that month downloading songs by Prince I'd hadn't heard before, and I got to enjoy the songs from my past that spoke to me. It was also great to read what the other participants came up with as well. It's always a good thing to stretch yourself and find out what your capable of.
Princess Morticia Megan Rose puts her heart into her activities on WdC. The nomination is well deserved. I love contests on our little home away from home. And this one was well run by Megan, and she wasted no time giving out prizes and reviewing the entries that came in. If she has another challenge, I would highly recommend participating in it.
As for the Quills, I've seen in on site before, but this is the first year I've ever been nominated. It is quite the honor. No one in my personal life really gets that, but to me it's amazing. We work so hard throughout the year to produce solid writing, and look to our peers to help us become better writers with their insights and observations. Writing something that speaks to someone else is a goal I strive for. To know that I've touched someone with my stories is an achievement itself, but knowing now that I have a few items going head-to-head with others that admire on the site is crazy. I don't think I have wrapped my brain around it completely yet. Nominations have closed and now comes the hard part. I don't envy the judges that will spend time reading all of the fantastic work that we have written this past year, but I'm excited. It's hard not to be.
To all of the other nominees, Congratulations. I'll be rooting for all of you.