You hate to be kind
I didn’t cry
I’m hurt feelings
and your feelings
It’s ok but it’s been
too much work
A la Carte
and she disappointed her wits with the end
Auvoir has come again
…of sweet goodbyes
Photo prompt @ Roger Bultot
”And that’s the house I grew up in. ”
“That’s Grandma’s house? No way .”
“Yes. I spent many happy minutes on the porch with Grandma watching the inquisition from here . What memories…”
“Well , it’s time to get back to our world . You remember where you drew the portal , don’t you?”
The woman with the long blonde hair was jolted out of her reverie by the loud sound of hoofs shaking the grounds around you them. The Holy Roman Empire!
The little girl was dancing around pretending to be a fairy . “Now that’s what I’m talking about! Horsies! ”
“Gwyneth , what have you done ? ”
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Friday Fictioneers 3/22/19
The blonde girl sitting next to me was getting impatient. A few more minutes passed before she spoke in a shaky voice.
“I don’t mean to question you, but something is off here. We’ve been up and down, around and around and in a circle more times than I can count and still I’m looking at the same landscape each time.”
“And that’s not all, I haven’t even mentioned the people who keep getting on and off … while we sit here.”
“The people who don’t look like our people. “
“I’m going to guess this isn’t our ship.”
“AM I RIGHT ? ”
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I feel like you need this post. I feel like I need this post. Maybe I just want to feel like I saved you, just like the guy in a Taylor Swift song. Whatever the reason, the fact remains the same : Friends don’t let friends write while distracted. Read on and if nothing else, humor me
I am a distracted writer. It’s the reason I haven’t written lately. I’m so distracted by anything going on around me that I get absolutely nothing down on paper. The simple journey from my brain to the outside world is made into a death-spiraling vortex of nothingness because I get distracted. Then before I know it, it’s like I drank from the waters of the Lethe because I don’t remember what inspired me. Today ,I am changing that because I’m writing a post from start to finish without stopping. Just to let my number one enemy in being productive know that it’s over.I’ll call it the Kanye of writing. Here’s my do’s and don’ts to stop this madness and get to what you love -Writing.
We have all been there. No matter what your intentions were this morning or at midnight, remember that the road to hell was paved with good ones, too. Great thoughts are easily lost in space when you let yourself be interrupted by another person, place or thing. The following phrases are my mantra for these problems. I’d say they were tried and true but in all reality, I just thought of them.
Don’t be a Kanye and let Taylor finish. Don’t be a Taylor and let Kanye interrupt.Now how do you do this, you ask? It’s easy. Channel your inner Ozzy and shut yourself in the pantry -only do it intentionally. For you young ones out there, check the clip out below and you’ll get it, I promise. Actually the following may or may not contain the memorable scene as I got distracted while looking for it and this is a post about fighting writing distraction. In any case, the message is the same. Put your phone up. Put your dog up. Put your kids up. Put your husband up. Or put yourself up.
Be an Ozzy and remember why you are in the pantry.Now, I admit the pantry might not be the best place to find solitude. I prefer my shut yourself walk-in closet, with its comforting plush carpet and racks of beautiful designer shoes and purses. What did you expect from me? Sorry, I let Kim Kardashian take over my thoughts for a second. The point is that you need solitude and that place can be anywhere you can find it. Next let’s address those two words that bring a shudder of knowing empathy and horror to writers everywhere, Writer’s Block. I’ve struggled with this mainly because I let myself. I thought I was supposed to have it. At least occasionally. So I invited it. Like Jonathan Harker walking into Dracula’s castle, I entered the portal to writer’s block freely and of my own will. I’m telling you that you don’t have to allow this bloodletting. So put the term writers’ block out of your mind by using whatever form of mental garlic that is effective for you. For me, it’s word prompts weekly writing challenges or even crossword puzzles. These instantly stimulate me, and I feel like I have become a better writer from them as well. Next, and an essential part of the process for me is to be constant and consistent in the writing process. This goes back to the distraction issue. Writing time is not the time to use new writing software or a program that you are just learning. If you are struggling, stick with one that you feel comfortable with or go back to what you started writing your blog posts on in the beginning. I started my blog over a year ago on my iPhone, and I’m finishing this post on it now. I’ll go back and edit on my laptop, but writing on my phone stops me from trying to edit as I write. What was that, you cry? You said to put your phone up. I meant you need to limit the distractions and focus. You get the gist so stop being so literal and listen to my last bit of basic af knowledge already. Sometimes the most crucial for me at least is to take a break from all things deemed social media every once and a while. I just did this, and it seems to have rejuvenated me. Hopefully, it lasts. If not, then I will retreat to my pantry/ closet with none to distract me, do some wordy things like prompts and challenges, and I almost forgot – take a favorite book with me. When all else fails, reading a favorite book is the cure for the non -writing blues. I love to hear from my readers. What are some of your go-to, favorite books? Leave them in the comments section below! If you couldn’t tell, one of mine is Bram Stoker’s Dracula. Until next time, thanks for reading and subscribing to my blog!
Don’t be a Sharon and let Ozzy out of the pantry.
You were just a tree
Until I hired them to hack on thee
Now I am startled by the way your trunk resembles the
Grotesque limbs I saw in a horror movie
I hope it was just
But it was with such joy and happiness and relief to see
The job was complete
Leaving me without that creepy tree
That resembled much too
The one in the film (which it’s twin
Had to be…)
The monstrous and horrible thing…
How do you make a vampire cow’s milk into cheese?
A process called Bloodcurdling.