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ok.. so I'm taking a next step in my life. I'm improving on myself. I'm going down this path i am on, thanks to God. I now attend a church regularly, and I like its small confines in a church building i attended nearly 40 years ago. To me it is surreal. Do i know whats ahead, or even where I am going? no, not at all. to be honest it scares me, but I need to step out of my fear and take charge of my life, and live it the way I and God want me to be. where ever this path goes, I'm sticking it out to the end. I feel it is a testament to who I am. I am learning more and more everyday about myself. and improving, also trying to make amends for past mistakes. But one can only make amends for mistakes where there was mistakes to begin with, if people don't want to listen then that is their fault, and their loss. I wont go where im not wanted and I know I am a good man, if you don't.. well that's too bad so sad for you... |
| Prompt: It is midnight and you are awakened by a strange noise in your yard. You get up, go to the window, and look out. Who or What do you see? Write a story, poem, etc. through the storm that rages outside, I see a man digging a deep hole in my neighbors yard. he struggles with the shovel and getting the wet mud out of the hole as the water lets it run back in He cowers at a clap of thunder and flash of lightning, as if he was afraid of it. I got a good look at his face as the flash of lightning lit up the area, it was horribly deformed, and it looked like he had a hump on his back. I wanted to call someone but couldn't or didn't want to take my eyes off the thing that dug this hole. He trudged on with his 'work' for a bit, I'm not really sure how long he dug it seemed like a long time. finally he stopped, pushed the shovel into the pile of dirt he mounded up, climbed out of the hole, just as another clap of thunder rolled by and a large flash of lightning again lit up the area. As before he cowered as if afraid of something in the thunder and lightning. He picked up a large object wrapped in visquene plastic. He struggled to get the object up off the ground. It didn't look heavy, but bulky. I couldn't make out exactly what it was the he tried to lift. But what ever this thing was lifting he was dammed determined to lift it. It was then that it struck me as to what it was that he lifted. My eyes widened and I drew in a breath, as I realized that it was a body sized object that he was trying to manhandle into that hole he worked so hard to dig. Once he got it up in his arms he dropped it into the hole, just as another roll of thunder and flash of lightning struck, only this time this thing didn't cower, but It could be heard through the storm was the sound of an evil maniacal laughter coming from this thing. As if he had just won a prize, or came in first at a race, he celebrated, briefly before starting to cover up the hole he dug and took extreme precautions to ensure no trace of him being there was left behind. so? how was that for a story starter? |
| ok, yes Im doing another entry today... Because I felt like I needed to.. Because I have a very special milestone coming up in August. Its been 10 years since my grandmother passed away( I cant believe its been so long).. I really should be there. for 2 of us to fly up there it would cost about 450.00 for air fare then worry about renting a car... If two of us drive up I'll spend about that in gas, and not have to worry about renting a car and I could do it in less than two days each way... not sure which way to go.... It was hinted that I not go... to save money... im not sure which way Im going to go... or even if ill go.. im torn and confused about it... hopefully some deep thought will help... Just found out My mother may be driving up, I may tag along with her, as long as I could get back when I want to, or rather need to. Its a good idea, but the thought of being cooped up in a moving metal coffin for more than one day with my mom may be a recipe for disaster,,,, OI VEY! |
My college professor said "there is immense value in memorizing and reciting poetry." Why do you think she would offer that advice in a creative writing class? What benefits do you think she was indicating by her suggestion? well, in my humble opinion, there is first the immense value in improving one's memory, and pushing the limit of storage capacity of our brains. Secondly, I find that within poetry itself there is usually found a lot of wise notions that could be remembered for later use( refer back to the first part !!!) and its easier to remember those because they usually rhyme, and something like that whether it is done well or not, will stick in the mind more. and in the immortal words of Leonard Nimoy: LLAP |
| "You know, for a long time I have been of the opinion that artists don't necessarily know what they're doing. You don`t necessarily know what kind of universal concept you're tapping into." Leonard Nimoy What is your opinion? Do you agree or disagree with this statement? I kinda do agree with this. I have talked to a few artists who don't have any idea what they are going to do. A few sculptors say that its up to the stone, or wood to tell me what it wants to be carved in. Even some writers don't have any idea where the story is going to go, or where the characters are going to lead them. |
Let's explore dreams.. do you believe that dreams are about things that have happened or are about to happen. Do you feel they have significance in your life? Or they simply amusement? Dreams? ya dreams... in my mind they simply are things to be broken. They are hard to keep, and are sometimes disappointments mainly because they have double meanings... think about it... If you dream of a that perfect job. You go to school, get an expensive degree. You go into debt up to your eyeballs, for a very long time. You spend six months to a year looking for that perfect job with your new degree, but you don't want to be unemployed so you go and get a job to flip burgers in the mean time to pay your bills. You finally land that dream job, with the right pay, and three to four times as much work as you were expecting to do. You must work 10 hours a day or more. You have the job till the economy tanks...again. then what? or you get stuck in one position for several years longer than you wanted, but because you are too good at what you do, the company wont let you go anywhere. ok so how's that dream job looking to you now? what did you miss? life, happiness, maybe the love of a good woman? you'll never know because you pursued that dream job. |
| Prompt: Tell us about the crime rate in your area. What sort of crimes seem to happen most often? In my neighborhood, is a good neighborhood, mostly, we have our crimes happening, we are far from the perfect community. But If you ask me what sort of crimes we see around my neighborhood. Im not even sure this is a crime... but it should be... the crime of stupidity! It seems to have been running rampant around here. OMG! "Stupid is as stupid does!" buy you aint kidding !  |
| "Every gardener knows that under the cloak of winter lies a miracle ... a seed waiting to sprout, a bulb opening to the light, a bud straining to unfurl. And the anticipation nurtures our dream." - Barbara Winkler Being a gardener, as well, I really like this saying. I also understand this saying more than most. It still amazes me when I look at a seed because looking at it, I think about the plant that is inside this piece. I know that in reality, its not me that brings the plant up nor is it me that makes it look like it does... I gave all praise for that to God. |
| ok a second blog entry today....It should be your pleasure to read this... It is a foggy day today, kind of a blech kind of day( I hope you know what I mean). Nothing much ever goes on around here so my work day is filled with thoughts of a story to write or a review to do, or even a disc golf course to play, or other things more important. Mind is kind of numb as I really am bored with my job.. I'm disappointed at myself. I figured I'd be in a career by now... not a job. That I'd be married by now, and have a child by now... but I'm 46 now its almost too late for everything. I'll keep trudging that path set out before me with pride, humor , and just a touch of arrogance of a former US Marine could give. I have to sit with a student today from the masonic lodge, hopefully that is more rewarding then watching a pile of rocks age.... OI Vey! |
| blog prompt for today:George Washington Carver, a noted scientist, botanist and inventor didn't invent the peanut. He just encouraged farmers how to grow it better. You didn't invent it but you have some ideas on how to make it better. What is it? It can be anything? I think if I were to make it better I would say that I would make it bigger. or make it more like the pistachio nut that has a shell that bursts open when it is ready... maybe. |
| Oh what a weekend... It was a busy weekend. Went to a family get together on Saturday a couple of hours away from home, then Sunday I had a fish fry at my masonic lodge. Not feeling happy today. Found out that a position I applied for is not going to me, over all I'm ok but This position I'm in now is not something I want to be I for long. I'm thinking things will improve, and am hoping that it will. |
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