So I have been working on this writing challenge since 10/20/2015. I have 5 days of writing to post and then next month I am doing the NaNoWriMo, which I am super excited about. Here is the current challenge that I am doing.
30 Day Writing Challenge
1 Five problems with social media
2 Your earliest memory
3 Your first love and first kiss, if separate, discuss both
4 Ten interesting facts about yourself
5 A place you would live, but have never visited
6 Someone who fascinates you and why
7 What tattoos you have and if they have meaning
8 A book you love and one you didn't
9 Your feelings on ageism
10 A fruit you dislike and why
11 Your current relationship; if single, discuss that too
12 Two words/phrases that make you laugh
13 Your commute to and from work/school/etc
14 Your life in 7 years
15 Three pet peeves
16 Bullet your entire day
17 A quote you try to live by
18 Your favorite color and why
19 Five years that you have
20 Put your music player on shuffle and write the first 3 songs that play and what you initial thought is
21 Your zodiac/horoscope and whether you think it fits you
22 Your morning routine
23 A family member you dislike
24 Something you miss
25 Four weird traits you have
26 Things you'd say to an ex
27 What you wore today
28 The word/phrase you use constantly
29 The night of your 21st birthday (if not yet 21, the last birthday you had)
30 One thing your excited for
So I am writing for 15 minutes per prompt and trying not to edit before posting to this site. Let's see where this will take me.
Sunday, October 25, 2015
The Return
I just looked at my last post in June of 2010 and realized that I have been gone for 5 full years. This past 5 years have been chaotic and unproductive on all fronts. The only positive thing that has happened in those years is that my family and I have been healing in every sense of the word. So I begin again in all ways. Writing, learning and making myself a better person. So I welcome back my regulars, Crystal Connor and any newcomers. Thanks for being so patient.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Grab Bag #2
Now this one was a little different. Timed 15 minutes First sentence There was no time for sleep now.... and use the words vision, memory, gifts, and beckoning.
There was no time for sleep now that the ritual place and time had been decided. Now we must prepare since the beginning of memory for the tribe this ritual had been performed by the High Priestess and her children but with the flash flood only two months ago our new High Priestess would have to have a helper that was me. I had worked for the last Priestess and her family and since I had not been in her house that night I was assigned to help the new Priestess. What no one in the tribe was aware of was that I was a Priestess in my own right a Priestess of Marahat I had communed with Marahat and asked for the chance to be the new Priestess and this was the village’s interpretation of that wish. My visions were strong and I knew that Mallaleha would soon be just another gift for the Gods. As the sun rose on the western horizon I saw the line of villagers bearing gifts for the ritual in two days time. Mallaleha appeared in the doorway beckoning me inside the temple to begin the preparations. I felt a small twinge of guilt as I knew in two days time she would cease to exist and then my family line would hold the most powerful spot in the village. My children hidden in the swamps and high lands could come down and enjoy life as I wrote and dictated the rituals and spirituality of the tribe. What power what justice oh what vengeance would I hold in the palm of my deformed hand. What no one seemed to understand was that our deformity is what caused us to see the visions of the gods and was the only reason one of us always served the High Priestess without us she would be a shame a lie. Now it was time for one of us to hold the position. It was our birthright, our gift to make up for the imperfection the Gods had given us and one I was fully prepared to kill for.
There was no time for sleep now that the ritual place and time had been decided. Now we must prepare since the beginning of memory for the tribe this ritual had been performed by the High Priestess and her children but with the flash flood only two months ago our new High Priestess would have to have a helper that was me. I had worked for the last Priestess and her family and since I had not been in her house that night I was assigned to help the new Priestess. What no one in the tribe was aware of was that I was a Priestess in my own right a Priestess of Marahat I had communed with Marahat and asked for the chance to be the new Priestess and this was the village’s interpretation of that wish. My visions were strong and I knew that Mallaleha would soon be just another gift for the Gods. As the sun rose on the western horizon I saw the line of villagers bearing gifts for the ritual in two days time. Mallaleha appeared in the doorway beckoning me inside the temple to begin the preparations. I felt a small twinge of guilt as I knew in two days time she would cease to exist and then my family line would hold the most powerful spot in the village. My children hidden in the swamps and high lands could come down and enjoy life as I wrote and dictated the rituals and spirituality of the tribe. What power what justice oh what vengeance would I hold in the palm of my deformed hand. What no one seemed to understand was that our deformity is what caused us to see the visions of the gods and was the only reason one of us always served the High Priestess without us she would be a shame a lie. Now it was time for one of us to hold the position. It was our birthright, our gift to make up for the imperfection the Gods had given us and one I was fully prepared to kill for.
Grab Bag #1
So for those of you who don't know. The assignment was 20 minutes timed and to use the words flash, starlight, alligator, nectar, sponge, and soda!!!
In a flash the time capsule moved through the starlight so fast that Lola could barely breathe. She turned her head to the right and seemed to watch time slow down on the small television screen there. Without another word she turned to the left and looked at Andrew as he moved with a purpose, working the knobs on the vast dash of the machine. Had she really thought this through? Should she have told him she was pregnant? At this point the baby looked like a small alligator in her body and the strange cravings where driving her crazy. Whenever she went to the store and asked for strawberry nectar the clerk looked at her like she was SpongeBob SquarePants. This trip was supposed to be quick yet it seemed like they had been here for hours she would kill at this point for a diet coke and soda crackers. Then he yelled “were here, Lola are you awake?” She answered him like she was in a tunnel then she saw the way he was staring at her belly, damn, she thought I should have told him. He had said there were only going 3 month into the future and they really hadn’t known if it would affect those inside the capsule, guess they had their answer to that question now huh? Damn! This was going to be a difficult experiment now he was going to be asking her if she was okay instead of how that affected the control group. Fuck! Fuck! This was shitty this was what happened when you spent too much time working on one project. Finally, he said something, “Lola when were you going to tell me? Is it mine?? There it was the universal question and how was she going to answer it deep breath, nope nothing there nothing smart to say on the tip of her tongue. Damn here goes yes it’s yours genius where else could I have gotten it
In a flash the time capsule moved through the starlight so fast that Lola could barely breathe. She turned her head to the right and seemed to watch time slow down on the small television screen there. Without another word she turned to the left and looked at Andrew as he moved with a purpose, working the knobs on the vast dash of the machine. Had she really thought this through? Should she have told him she was pregnant? At this point the baby looked like a small alligator in her body and the strange cravings where driving her crazy. Whenever she went to the store and asked for strawberry nectar the clerk looked at her like she was SpongeBob SquarePants. This trip was supposed to be quick yet it seemed like they had been here for hours she would kill at this point for a diet coke and soda crackers. Then he yelled “were here, Lola are you awake?” She answered him like she was in a tunnel then she saw the way he was staring at her belly, damn, she thought I should have told him. He had said there were only going 3 month into the future and they really hadn’t known if it would affect those inside the capsule, guess they had their answer to that question now huh? Damn! This was going to be a difficult experiment now he was going to be asking her if she was okay instead of how that affected the control group. Fuck! Fuck! This was shitty this was what happened when you spent too much time working on one project. Finally, he said something, “Lola when were you going to tell me? Is it mine?? There it was the universal question and how was she going to answer it deep breath, nope nothing there nothing smart to say on the tip of her tongue. Damn here goes yes it’s yours genius where else could I have gotten it
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Television Review
So just a little about me, I am the proverbial broke single mother with one young one still living at home. That said sometimes being broke and living paycheck to paycheck I have to make the "rob Peter to pay Paul" choices with my bills. With today's economy the thing that we have not had for the past two years is cable, and as most of you now probably know with the change in television this means not even local stations are free. But being a student the one thing I do have to have is internet so recently we signed up with some of those free television watching sites and I have become addicted to the new V show.
So I have been watching this "new" V show from the ABC network and I must say I rather enjoy it. Now you must understand why this simple statement is such a revelation. I am probably the biggest, hugest purist in the universe. If I saw the original and liked it that almost always means I hate the remake. For example, Willy Wonka loved the original; hate the remake sure Johnny Depp is a great actor and super hot too but his Willy Wonka is weird and pedophilic. Clash of the Titians love loved the original corny version and hated with a passion the new version no matter how fine Perseus was!!! Those are just to name a few, but this new V damn I love it almost as much as the original.
It seems to me that there are really only one of two ways to go about making a remake. First choice is an exact remake with just an update on the tech used but for this to be really effective it has to be an exact remake no adding to the story line or small changes will make you lose your audience. This is what the team working on V have done and let me tell you it works. Changing the characters and even their names moves me out of the nostalgia realm and right into theirs, damn hook line and slam dunk
I give it 3 out of 4 stars
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Disappointment
This is from 12/2007 also
I am up one day and down the next sometimes it feels like I am crazy and this makes me know I am not. I want so many things for my life and the lives of my children. I love my daughter dearly but I think she will never know that and I can't really blame it on anyone but myself. Sure I have anger and disappointment within my family. How would you feel if your Mother didn't want you and your Father didn't care. The thought of family makes me weep and cringe. How can these people claim to care about you then try to emotionally kill you the next. The irony of it all is my mother and I will probably never be more than people tied together by blood and I have somehow kept that cycle going with my own daughter.
I am up one day and down the next sometimes it feels like I am crazy and this makes me know I am not. I want so many things for my life and the lives of my children. I love my daughter dearly but I think she will never know that and I can't really blame it on anyone but myself. Sure I have anger and disappointment within my family. How would you feel if your Mother didn't want you and your Father didn't care. The thought of family makes me weep and cringe. How can these people claim to care about you then try to emotionally kill you the next. The irony of it all is my mother and I will probably never be more than people tied together by blood and I have somehow kept that cycle going with my own daughter.
Free
This is originally from 12/2007
have u ever been just so lost and confused by people or places ready to just give up to feel the sweet release of quiet where ur mind just stops making so much noise that release can be the best friend u have ever had oh quiet what i would give up just to have quiet to stop the racing and the screaming the voices and the anger i pray for it to stop the pounding and crying make them stop make them stop i think the dreams are the worst the visions of blood draining from ur arms but ur not scared ur almost happy elated freed and to know that some people would be so hurt to know that is how u feel
have u ever been just so lost and confused by people or places ready to just give up to feel the sweet release of quiet where ur mind just stops making so much noise that release can be the best friend u have ever had oh quiet what i would give up just to have quiet to stop the racing and the screaming the voices and the anger i pray for it to stop the pounding and crying make them stop make them stop i think the dreams are the worst the visions of blood draining from ur arms but ur not scared ur almost happy elated freed and to know that some people would be so hurt to know that is how u feel
