Though the fitness was great this week, of course there’s been no writing or editing worth mentioning, so why not focus on the writing past? That is complete? And conveniently housed in book form?
BUT WAIT! THERE ARE STILL MORE! Here they are.
Even quick reads:
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It’s a holiday, at least here in the US, but why miss our ten word story prompt?
No reason, that’s why!
Using the photo above, write a ten word story. Exactly ten words. And even if it’s Thanksgiving, you can take it whatever direction you want, because sometimes you just want to write creepy. Or sci-fi. Or romance. Or fantasy. Or other genres. Ready?
Here’s mine:
“Dash of parsley.” said her grandmother, bossy even from beyond.
Just breathe. Just for a moment.
As we go into the holidays, as the news comes barreling in, barraging us with information, none of it good, as people get testy and old wounds start to tingle, just breathe.
Just sit. Listen to what’s around you. Stare at something you’ve never really examined. Exist in the moment and know each moment does, eventually, pass.
This time of year brings us joy, often, and stress, often. For some people, there is no joy at all, only a long, bleak season pitted with landmines.
Be kind to others, be patient with others, because you have no idea what emotional tightrope they’re on.
Be kind to yourself, be patient with yourself, because you know exactly what kind of emotional tightrope you’re on.
And for now, just breathe.
Have a wonderful Wednesday, and if you celebrate, a great Thanksgiving.
I need to simultaneously write my blog and be in the shower, and I think that this is just another failure of technology. That should be possible.
Although I’m pretty sure it would vastly expand the ways in which I could hurt myself, but still, progress is progress.
Thanksgiving is two days away and people are busily prepping. We no longer make dinner; it was a change I suggest a few years ago and every single year I love it more.
This year I’ve added a complication in that I’m baking a dessert. Of course there is the slightest chance that I’ll see something at the store and say, HMM, and save myself the time of that, but baking can be fun, I’ve discovered.
Rather than braving the grocery store tomorrow, I think today will be better. I hope today will be better.
Anyway, since I’ve got to do these things serially rather than simultaneously, I’ve used up my time for this part. Have a great Tuesday.
Shockingly, it’s gray again. I told you, that’s why I always hated November, the miserable grayness.
But it’s a holiday week, and those are always nice. Unless it’s a brand of torture for you, and then you have my sympathy, because it’s a unique, special brand of torture.
But the holiday lights are mostly up, and I love this part of the winter. It’s festive and bright and there’s something about changing seasons.
I also always loved Thanksgiving, at least in the days when it’s true brutal beginnings were shrouded in euphemisms. I loved the idea that, across the country, no matter who you were, no matter what your family looked like, what religion you followed if you followed one at all, we were all doing the same thing on the same day.
It always felt inclusive to me.
Of course now, people will angrily tell you how inclusive they’re not.
Sigh.
Anyway, I hope you find lots of little joys this week. Have a great Monday.
I have books! You should read them. They’re like hanging out with me, only weirder!
And I have others! Here they are.
This collection of short stories should be free, and it is from other sellers! Like:
Want it free from Amazon? Let them know!
Ten word photo story time! It must be Thursday.
Using the image above, write a ten word story. Exactly ten words.
Ready? Here’s mine:
Columns sprang from stone, creating, finally, the exit to now.
I’ve been trying to sidestep watching the impeachment hearings, as they draw me in and stress me out, so I’ve seen a lot of the highlights.
But today, I could resist no longer. Perhaps it was the image of Devin Nunes staring as though he’d just looked into the abyss, but here I am.
It’s tough to look away. Which was my concern.
But history is unfolding in front of us. Stark stark history.
And I have so many other things to do. Oh well, here we are. Sometimes ya gotta do what ya gotta do. And sometimes that’s watching impeachment testimony.
Have a great Wednesday.
Another gray day, which is why November was always my least favorite month. Relentless grayness, needling icy rain, just the start of bleakness to come.
Get it together, November.
In the past few years it had forgotten itself, and November had several uncharacteristically jolly days. It seems to have gone back to its gray roots.
Though I had a few things pop up while writing this and there’s a very subtle hint of blue in the sky, so I think it heard me. Good.
I’m finally getting back to the routine after last week, though I feel like I’m moving extra slowly. Personally, I think that’s a sign of lack of caffeine, but I think my sleep patterns would beg to differ.
I’m off to do Tuesday things, I hope you have a lovely day.
It’s gray outside today. The sky, the ground to some extent, even the air looks gray. I don’t know if it’s warm and getting colder or cold and getting warmer but whichever it is, it’s not appealing.
I’m trying to get back into the groove of things after an extremely eventful week. So far, I give myself a three.
It’s not a five-point scale. That’s out of ten.
I’m caffeinated but ill-contented and I don’t know if that’s the drilling that will apparently be my backdrop today or the aftermath of last week’s events or that persistent gray.
Or a combination thereof.
But Mondays do what Mondays must, and we, in return, must face them bravely. Or grumpily.
Whichever.
Have a great Monday.
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