Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Letting a little air in...

I haven't been writing lately.  I wanted to but I was able to find every excuse why I couldn't just never seemed to find the time.

I was worried. I was always the type to jump from one activity to another (crocheting, latch hook, pottery, those keychain things that you can make with the plastic strings) but writing was always the thing that stuck. I wanted to make a career out of it and here I was making all of the excuses to not do something that I loved.

So I tried to think. What was different now than when I was writing tons years ago? And what did I remember?

I remembered sitting at our clunky home computer with my sister and typing out a story together. Printing off chapters of a story to take to school for a friend who took an interest in it. Writing an essay about a renegade pen (long story) and embarrassingly sitting through my teacher reading it to the entire highschool. Doing a class project in college that resulted in a hard back copy of my own and my parents buying extra for assorted aunts and uncles.

I remember sharing.

I realized that I haven't even talked to anyone about writing lately. It stopped being a part of my life and more like a thing that was happening to me. That doesn't make sense but I'm not sure how else to word it. My point is that I'd write things and then they would just sit there.

I'm not saying that I have to have an audience for everything I write. I'm not saying I must be published and paid and applauded for this to be worth it. I think if I could entertain one friend, one family member, one person at all if even for a moment, it would give it so much more life than if I wasted it by letting it sit in a computer file or notebook.

I was writing yesterday and was loving it. After weeks I was finally going to have something to share with my writers group who seem to honestly enjoy what I'm working on and that makes me happy. It's ok to keep some things to yourself. Some things are meant for that. But you can't put a candle in jar and expect it to keep it to keep burning. It needs some air.

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Word of the Day- #5

  1. the organ of hearing and balance in humans and other vertebrates, especially the external part of this.

There once was a girl who loved spying
Peeking and sneaking and prying
She would tell what she heard
To all, every word
And no one could keep her from trying

Her parents were becoming a bore
And of her siblings she could take no more
She thought she was ready
For something more heavy
Or so she thought, at the church's front door

She excused herself after the preaching
Knowing some go to him for more teaching
Oh, what luck! Door was cracked
Though she was taken aback
When she felt a hand come for her, reaching

The girl turned fast on her heel
Giving a reason she knew was not real
He just pinched her ear
And whispered 'be careful, dear'
Then left her to decide how to feel

She went back to sit in the pew
The stranger who pinched her was part of the few
He was leading a song
About little ears doing wrong
What was it this man thought he knew?

The girl stayed at home now to listen
From her room, or the hall, or the kitchen
Though whatever words she would catch
Would make her have to scratch
Her poor ears! She may have to wear mittens

The girl just could not stop spying
Though she spent a lot of time crying
With every secret she'd learn
Her ears even hotter would burn
And she'd pull at them by day or while sleeping

There once was a girl who loved spying
Peeking and sneaking and prying
She would tell what she heard
To all, every word
Even deafness couldn't keep her from trying

Sunday, April 17, 2016

Word of the Day- #4

  1. a store selling cold cuts, cheeses, and a variety of salads, as well as a selection of unusual or foreign prepared foods.

There he is again. Every time. How is it that we both come to this place at the same time every week? We have a lunch meat schedule. Is that weird to have a schedule for your lunch meat?
Oh shoot.
He's looking at me. He's going to say something. Don't tell him about your lunch meat schedule.
"Hey, we meet again."
"Hi, yeah. I was just thinking the same thing. We must have a lunch meat schedule."
He's laughing though. It's fine. Just get your meat and get out of here.
"Ah, Deb. The usual?"
"Yes, please. Thanks, Pierre."
The older man winks at me.
"And Simon?"
"Same as always."
"So dependable you both are."
I watch Pierre get to work then pretend to browse the counter. I'm not going to get anything new. Why even fake it? I'm a creature of habit. I think Pierre would have a heart attack if I tried something different.
He must be concerned I want something else. He's looking at me. I smiled and backed away from the counter.
He watched me do so and nodded his head one way, trying to get me to look at something.
"Oh, nothing else today. I'm a creature of habit, you know that." I laughed.
"No..." He nodded again and mouthed 'Simon'.
I looked at the man who was busying himself at another display.
'Simon?' I mouthed back.
He nodded emphatically and jerked his head in his direction again.
'No.' I laughed.
He nodded.
'No.' I added the serious eyes this time.
A mischievous smile came to Pierre's face. "Simon, come."
I suddenly became really interested in something directly behind me and away from them.
"All wrapped and ready for eating." said Pierre.
I dared to look up and saw him look at me over Simon's head. I shook my head at him and he did a horrible job at suppressing a laugh.
Simon started out the door but stopped not too far away from me.
"Deb, right?"
"Oh, yep."
"I was thinking about putting another of Pierre's delicacies on my usual line up. You wouldn't happen to be able to help taste though a couple options? Next week maybe?"
Wait, what?
"Uh, sure. I'm kind of great at testing tastes. I have a very delicate palate. Not to brag."
He laughed. "Awesome. See you next week."
I went to the counter to get my things and Pierre was suspiciously quiet until I was almost to the door.
"I told you-"
"Don't you dare."
He laughed me out of the store.

Word of the Day #3

  1. 1
    an instance of one moving object or person striking violently against another.

A violent strike from another thing
A K.O. punch in a boxer's ring
A car that's suddenly too hard to steer
A rock that came into our atmosphere
That's what my thoughts have come to be
What does life have in store for me

Monday, April 4, 2016

Word of the Day- #2

plural noun: bags
  1. 1
    a container made of flexible material with an opening at the top, used for carrying things.
    "brown paper bags"
    • 2
      the amount of game shot by a hunter.

    She's too busy. Rushing up and down the aisles, looking but not seeing anyone in front of her. Her eyes look tired, bags underneath.
    She's checking out. The cashier bags her things as I bag my own in the self check out lane. Setting my own pace. Setting it to hers. She has too many bags. Too many to carry but I see her try anyway.
    My own things fit in my pocket. The pocket that's not already full. She has a mini van. Of course she does. It's near the back. She opens the side door instead of the trunk. I empty my other pocket. I reach in the door behind her and hold the clothe to her nose. She struggles. Not much with me braced behind her. She slumps. I tuck her feet in.
    I look up as I close the door on her. Someone walks past us. I wonder if I'd been seen. I don't stay to find out.


    Two cars. No lights. Radios on, but silenced. They stepped out of the cars and up the short path.
    A knock on the door is customary. It might draw the suspect out or at the very least make them panic and they'll hear them try to run. No such luck here.
    "Sir." One of the others calls and he joins him around the back where he's standing next to a cellar door.
    He nods. The other nods back and puts a hand on his gun the other hand brings up a flashlight.
    The cellar door gets opened and the light scans the small space inside. A heavy smell hits him. He steps back and sighs, speaks roughly into his radio.
    "We're going to need a crew here. Tell them to bring some bags."

    Saturday, April 2, 2016

    Word of the Day- 1


    1. 1
      an oblong frame with rows of wires or grooves along which beads are slid, used for calculating.

      I'm not sure how an abacus works
      It's sure to drive me berserk
      If I took the lead
      To learn of these beads
      I don't think that it has any perks

      I'm sure that it could help with counting
      And now curiosity's mounting
      I have to go now
      So that I can learn how
      An abacus does calculating

    Thursday, March 31, 2016

    New Month! New Things!

    Tomorrow is April 1st! And that's no joke! Ahahaha...... Sorry, I had to.

    Anyway, with this new month comes a flurry of new things. Next month is The A to Z Challenge AND Camp NaNoWriMo!  I'm just crazy enough to do both at once.

    For A to Z:

     I will literally be opening the dictionary, blindly picking a word, and seeing what creativeness comes out of me. I told you I'm crazy. Ok, not so much crazy as total procrastinator. I didn't have time to think of a real theme so I came up with this simple solution. We'll see what happens!

    For Camp NaNo:

    I'm going to count the words I write for AtoZ, which should get me maybe 3000. Then I hope to finish a short that I have been working on for awhile. That should round out to about 5-7000 more words. Then I got a new idea to run with and if I get to it then I should get plenty out of it.  My goal is 15000.

    I can't wait to get started. Let's just hope I can keep real life at bay.