Turning Point – May Show Vulnerability & Immaturity In Writer

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“The scariest moment is always just before you start.” – Stephen King

I had to hand write an entire chapter the other day. Yes, an entire chapter, that’s what I said. It took me about seven hours and I have to say my hand cramped, a lot.

Tons. I am out of practice.

At one point, I had to physically straighten my finger due to it being stuck in a hook-like position. Then I had to hold my knee down, as it was shaking uncontrollably, because of the reaction to the discomfort I was feeling throughout my arm. I wrote the chapter out, because I had decided to work through the pain of my thoughts by creating pain somewhere else; or because our monitor suddenly went black and I didn’t know how to fix it so I took the pen to paper.

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A Place to Exist

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My Protagonist’s First Thoughts, a Daily Prompt…

Old Water Well

Old Water Well (Photo credit: dagnyg)

I know how I got to where I am today. Within me is an old abandoned well, dark and lonely. Sadly, I’d witnessed no sign or hope that water had been here, maybe not even a long time ago. I am aware that there is nothing positive about my well, we won’t find dampness here, yet it is my place to exist for now.

This was not once a wishing well, either. I’m not standing on someone else’s wishes made of silver or copper coins, which would have been tossed in with the belief that wishes came true. So nothing lost, but yet nothing gained. A relief for the hopeful. How sad for me.

This dry, old and forgotten well had found me and not the other way around. It’s too bad, really; wells with forgotten coins full of wishes, or the dampness of a working water well, would have given me hope.

I would have liked there.

How many times do you say thank you for something you’re not thankful for?

My Goals? Off to Heaven in a Wheelbarrow, That’s Where.

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My problem is that I wanna be funny, too. I tried, I set myself up to try.

But I can’t. So now I’m pissed, I’m annoyed and most importantly, I’m disappointed.

I set out yesterday to do something fun, a pick me up, so I could be witty today. I wanted to create a post that produced laughter for all of my readers. I wanted to show that I can be ever so sweet, nice and funny, too.

Yesterday, I set goals for today’s post.

  1. I was going to encourage others to smile.
  2. I was going to spark creative goals for a fellow blogger.
  3. I was going to poke fun at myself for another’s enjoyment.

I haven’t written ‘funny’ yet. I’ve been too busy working through my reasons for hesitation. Continue reading →

Go Find Joy

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Daily Prompt

Scribble down the first ten words that come to mind. Pick three of them. There’s your post title. Now write!

Okay, here we go…

1. event

2. go

3. love

4. find

5. joy

6. fast

7. camp

8. meaning

9. when

10. gone

Good grief, how do I do this challenge?

Which words can I pull creativity from?

Camp Fast Event? Meaning Love Gone? When Gone Fast? Go Find Joy?

Go find joy in your dreams. Hmm…

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Can You Pass The Tissues? I Have Issues…

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Dear Daughter,

I want to begin with an I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

I wish I could take the whole day back.

I tried to remind God, while pregnant with you, that it wouldn’t be a good idea to give me a little girl. He disagreed and you came into the world with my red hair, freckles and chubby cheeks. I didn’t know how to be a girl myself, how was I going to teach you to be a better girl? I stressed and worried for months about raising a daughter. I feared all the girly things I’d need to explain one day. More importantly, I feared having the right answers when you came to me with questions.

I’ve tried, I have, honestly.

I knew the day was coming… I just didn’t think it through. I’m sorry. Continue reading →

One Day

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ଓଡ଼ିଆ: କଳା କଫି (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Daily Prompt: Everything Changes

She was lost in her own thoughts as she jumped the broken curb trying to get out-of-the-way and out of the street as a van charged forward from a stopped position at a red light. Abby’s soaking wet blonde hair hung in front of her eyes.

“Doesn’t anyone watch where they’re going!” Shouted someone one from behind her.

She didn’t flinch but logged that experience towards the back of her mind. She had other things to worry about and currently picking at the hangnail on her thumb was one of them as she revisited the same thoughts from yesterday, this morning. Continue reading →