Ten Word Photo Prompt: Unknown

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It’s 10 word story time! Using the photo above as a writing prompt, create a ten-word story. Exactly ten words.

Drop it in the comments!

Here’s mine:

No mirage, he stood at the end, waiting for her.

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Some thoughts. Mostly mine.

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Hammering and drilling again. No idea why or where it’s coming from; I’m starting to think my neighbor has secrets of the mad scientist variety.

At least that would be interesting.

I was wrong about the rain yesterday, and got caught in it, but luckily I had a nice big umbrella, courtesy of Abt Electronics. If you can snag one of their umbrellas during a promotion (nearly typed “premonition”…huh) then do. They are mighty umbrellas.

And with a major digression, I just got an email from TJ Maxx telling me, “these are so you.” My questions: What are “so me,” and how would TJ Maxx know?

Yes, I opened the email. No, there really wasn’t anything there, just categories of clothing. About as disappointing as the real reason for the drilling and hammering likely would be.

Reading this post back, I sure have retail on the brain today. Weird. Not really in the market to buy anything at the moment, yet two brand names have wormed their way into my consciousness enough to end up here.

It’s so odd, we never really know what’s influencing us, driving us, whispering in our ears so quietly the ideas feel like our own. Sometimes we can harness it for our benefit; often we’re being harnessed for another benefit.

Creepy.

Though not quite as creepy as that drilling and hammering that seems to have stopped. Step one to world domination must be complete.

What’s whispering to you today?

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Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   

Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

 The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.

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So. Yeah. Tuesday.

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So much Tuesday. The rain is gone, for now at least, and from here it looks like serious summer. Postcard summer.

The kind of summer that seems impossible in January.

I’ve got a little time-pressure, which isn’t how I generally blog. I like a languid expression of the day, a quiet intro, or middle-tro as the case may be. Not today.

Today these fingers better get moving. It would help if they moved more accurately. I’m typo-city right now.

But here’s the thing about typos. Sometimes they result in the most-fun things, like my previously-mentioned “caffiend.” I mean it’s so perfect, I kinda think that part of my brain did it on purpose.

Or so I choose to believe.

None of those today, though. Unless “thsoe” sounds interesting. Which, come on, we both know it doesn’t.

Fun fact: it took me three tries to get the typo spelled the way I wrote it the first time.

So no creativity in my mistakes. Today they’re just mistakes. And that’s OK too, or so I hear. Making mistakes.

It’s weird that we seem to make more of them when it’s important that we don’t. Pressure or contrary human nature, who knows which, but the need for perfection always draws them in like flypaper.

Does flypaper work? That’s one of those purely-for-simile-effect things for me, I’ve never used flypaper. But magnets get all the metaphors, so I thought I’d go a different way.

But  I digress.

Maybe the answer is to let perfection go and by doing so, lose all of its crafty traps.

Tuesday on.

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Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   

Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

 The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.

And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!

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Monday musings plus rain.

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It’s a rainy Monday after a string of oppressively hot days. Saturday I tried to do an art fair, but after less than 30 minutes I felt faint.

Alas.

It’s one of the nicer ones, too, with truly talented artists as opposed to the type of fair where you wonder if everyone has been too kind to the people hopefully springing for booths. Art is hard.

Art is even harder if you intend to make a living at it. Not that I’d know anything about that.

And now it’s Monday like the weekend never happened, like the relaxation has vanished into a never-was. Yeah, fine, right, maybe the rain has made me a little melodramatic.

But only a tad.

I’m feeling unsettled for reasons I couldn’t pin down, which is odd as the rain usually calms me. I love a good rain. I love a dramatic rain, though this one isn’t. Steady, by the looks of it. No thunder, though.

You know what I call this. Writing weather.

Though I’m not sure that’s going to work today, I’ll have to see. Other things to do, but maybe they can be shifted. Such romantic notion, writing in the rain.

Well, not IN the rain. I don’t think my computer would enjoy that very much. Though note to self: waterproof computers, the wave of the future. GET IT? Wave?

I told you, all over the place today. I wonder if more coffee would help?

Doesn’t it always?

Happy Monday!

Like my political side? Read my opinion pieces here.

Check out  my full-length novels: 

Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   

Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

 The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.

And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!

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#AccountaClub Friday, August 3, 2018

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accountaclub-woodSo we’re back, Accountables! (Yes, no? One of these days we’ll get a good nickname.)

It’s that time of the week where we chat about how it’s all going and give some updates on our ongoing projects! We had a bit of a break while I was on vacation, but breaks can’t last forever, and vacations can’t last forever, though maybe it would be nice if they did. Or maybe it wouldn’t because things that sound great in theory almost always go awry.

It’s possible I might be doing too much plotting. And not the overthrow the universe kind. I’ve had a project rattling around my head this week, an idea nearly formed, but not quite there. I need more research.

Ah, research, that bastion of legitimate procrastination.

I’ve also been readjusting to life in the real world, without daily maid service, with dishes and laundry and making meals and stuff that doesn’t get done unless I do it. I liked it so much the other way. No wonder so many writers came from the elite classes; they were the only ones with all that time made free to write.

So what I’m saying is it wasn’t my most productive week ever, but it wasn’t my worst week. I blogged every day, and that counts for something. Or so I decree.

How was your week?

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Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   

Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

 The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.

And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!

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Ten Word Photo Prompt: Unfinished

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Hey all! It’s been a while since we did a ten word photo prompt story, given my vacation and running Jane Storegoer. Had a tough time choosing an image today, so we have some cool ones coming up.

For anyone unfamiliar, prompted by the the above image, write a ten word story. You can have a title, which doesn’t count toward the total, but let’s stay with the spirit of the challenge. Drop your story in the comments!

Here’s mine:

Resolved, she plunged the balloon downward. She was going back.

Like my political side? Read my opinion pieces here.

Check out  my full-length novels: 

Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   

Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

 The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.

And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!

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The hierarchy of blankness

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Ah, the blankness of a new blog post. Some mornings, a little daunting, but not as daunting as a blank page in a manuscript.

The hierarchy of blankness.

Which I think sounds like the title of a work of literary fiction, which, being literary fiction, would of course end bleakly. After a bleak middle. And a surprisingly unbleak beginning.

That’s how they getcha.

I sit here, wanting more coffee, reminding myself it’s the first of the month so it’s a fun day for bills, and really logic dictates that the rest of the first of the month stuff will go much more smoothly if I have that coffee.

Or maybe I’m lying to myself.

Eh, does it matter? I’ll make it a half-caff. Back in a sec.

And off it brews. I’ve only looked at a tiny fraction of my photos so far, I took thousands. Thousands and thousands of pictures. I might have gone a little overboard, but thankfully, given I was on a cruise ship, not in the literal sense.

That’s a different kind of blankness, the Blankness of Multitudes, which is, of course, the sequel to the Hierarchy of Blankness. It’s a book you dive into hoping that some of the bleakness is undone somehow, but it never is.

But I digress. It’s a state where you see nothing because you have too much in front of you, too many pathways, too many options, in my case, far too many photos.

And to that I have just one thing to say. Is that coffee ready yet?!

Like my political side? Read my opinion pieces here.

Check out  my full-length novels: 

Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   

Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

 The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.

And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!

Peruse Montraps Publishing.