Monday 20th October 2014
1.What would be your preference, awake before dawn or awake before noon?
2.If you could choose between Wisdom and Luck, which one would you pick?
3.If you were given the opportunity for free skydiving lessons would you take them? Why or why not?
4. Is the glass half empty or half full? What is in the glass?
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
1. Answer – To be honest, as long as I wake up, which is the most important thing for me.Although my preference is to be awake always before dawn. My sleeping pattern has been all my life sleep little and wake before dawn. So much can be missed at this time. I suppose this is also waking before noon.
2. Answer – I would always choose Wisdom. Wisdom is with you all the time, it follows you everywhere and ready to come to your assistance any time you wish it. Luck is random and unpredictable.
3.Answer – Twenty plus years ago I might well have opted to give it a go. But today, no way, maybe it is an excuse, but it does not interest me.
4. Answer – Makes no odds to me, a glass is both, half empty and half full. The expression is rather pointless because the situation is it refers to is the same either way one looks at it.
Bonus – I went for a long walk through the New Forest paths and did some chestnut foraging, I am grateful that I was able to complete it and came back with a pocket full of chestnuts. A real invigorating exercise. Nest week I look forward to being able to do the same.
Wednesday 15th October 2014…
I have got a problem, okay I’ve got lots of problems but that is not for public disclosure. Being crazy or idiotic or just not of this world. Alien is what I am.
I have been trying to prepare for Nanowrimo this year, November is the month. My idea was to write part two of my story ‘Birth of the Wizard Prince’ in fact it will be finishing the story. I have done part one equaling 50,000 + words but got involved with other things like staying in hospital for 5 weeks. This is how it stands, all my poor characters stuck in limbo, suspended animation, waiting for my pen, so to speak, to move them on help them with their adventure and bring their story to a climax, a happy and satisfactory ending. But we all know stories do not end the way we always plan.
Anyway, once again I sidetrack myself, easily done when you are me. But you are not me are you, so you probably wouldn’t know would you? I thought I would read my story ‘Wizard Prince’ you remember the title don’t you? just to refresh my memory of the story line, the characters and their names the plot and any sub plots. Well this piece of prep was good but it fell apart when I started reading. Instead of reading, which should not have taken long, I started changing the text. Adding words or removing text, adding commas removing commas adding complete sentences. You might start to see my dilemma, after a period of about a week, and hour or two a day I have only reached about page twenty. [And even now it would still need more editing] I should have finished reading the whole story but with this diversion it will take ages. With all good intent it will not work as I first thought. I am a simple person, so how do I become complicated. Oh well! my story does need editing I suppose but now my coming Nanowrimo challenge might have to be re-thought. Short stories my original idea, or just abandon this years…and spend the month editing half of a story..oh decisions, decisions. What a dilemma, should I leave my characters in limbo, suspended and waiting for my pen and feeling as confused as I do. Isn’t it nice not having more serious dilemmas like bills to be paid, bailiffs knocking the door,, what a boring life that would be.
Gerry A/C ©
Sunday 12th October 2014.
My 401st post who would have thought it… lasting that is…
And Finally, taking a bow.
Friday 3rd October 2014.
Gerry A/C © 2014.
Thursday 2nd October 2014.
Writing 101: Serially Found Part 2
On day four, you wrote a post about losing something. Today, write about finding something.
Today’s twist: if you wrote day four’s post as the first in a series, use this one as the second installment — loosely defined.
Serially Lost 2
Day Out Two.
The day started out with all the smiles,
Mother calling us to help with picnic.
Dad saying long way to go many miles.
From this I thought about travel sick.
Barley sugar in mouth, to help it is said,
Travel slowly in traffic, crawling along.
Dad is now cursing, we hit every red,
Mum breaks the boredom by humming a song.
Fields and mountains now hurrying by,
Rivers and streams glistening in the sun.
Cows grazing under the pale blue sky,
Lambs jumping and chasing, having fun.
Cities and towns not seen from the motorway,
Cars whizzing past us, dad driving with care.
Mum and dad chatting having much to say.
Feeling ill, window open, couldn’t wait to get there.
Mum saying are you okay? you look very pale,
Dad said he will find somewhere to stop and rest.
Head out of window and me holding the hand rail
Dignity is definitely lost, feeling better at best.
In the services, toilets called out loud,
Hanging my head, noises, amplified sound.
Feeling better, head slightly bowed,
On the floor a ten pound note I found.
Gerry A/C .Oct 2014.©
Friday 26th September 2014
Feel free to focus on any aspect of the meal, from the food you ate to the people who were there to the event it marked.
Today’s twist: Tell the story in your own distinct voice.
Day 10 – #10- My Hungry Thoughts.
Gaa/C June 2014.
Another day gone, I waited for my brother, we always walked home from school together. Today the sun was shining but it was still very cold, the past couple of days had been very frosty in the morning. It would only take us about fifteen minutes to get home, through the village and along the gravel road, into the small path passing the local football ground and then into our road. Our house was about half way down, opposite was a huge oak tree.
We walked in the back door and the normal sight of seeing mum preparing and cooking dinner. Both me and brother went into the front room and I shouted “what’s for dinner mum?”
“Tomato and cheese spaghetti, followed with rhubarb crumble.”
I would help my mum make it and went into the kitchen to see what she was doing. Preparing tomato’s by skinning them and then grating cheese, boiling up the spaghetti. “You can prepare the rhubarb if you like.” mum said. I then did as she had shown me and finished by cutting them into small chunks. I am yet to learn how to make the crumble, mother had already done this. She finished putting the spaghetti and cheese and tomato together and then place the dish in the oven. She then prepared another dish and then filled it with the rhubarb and topped it with the crumble. I have always loved this dinner especially the rhubarb with home made custard. Yum, Yum!
I use to help my mother with her cooking, she was a great cook, she use to do it for a local hotel and person who she worked for. I enjoyed baking mostly, doing sponges and fruit cakes and then decorating them. It was always a great feeling when people ate it and said how good it was.
My mother started to wash up and I assisted by doing the drying and putting away, all the time smelling the aroma of the food in the oven cooking.
“Mmm I am so hungry mum.” I would say.
It wont be long now, dad should be home shortly and we can sit down and eat.” my mum would say. she was always cooking to meet dads coming home from a days work in the factory.
Right on time my dad would turn up at the time of 5.30pm, and mum was serving up the dinner. She would not let me help because of the hot dishes.
I always did and have loved this dinner, we all sat down together and ate our dinner.
“Dad, what’s for dinner?” my daughter shouted, jogging me out of my dreaming thoughts.
“Tomato and cheese spaghetti, and just for a treat I have done rhubarb crumble for afters.”
“Oh good, my favourite dad.” she shouted back.
Gaa/C© Friday 13th June 2014
Tuesday 23rd September 2014.
Today’s twist: write your post in the form of a dialogue. You can create a strong opposition between the two speakers — a lovers’ quarrel or a fierce political debate, for example. Or you could aim to highlight the difference in tone and style between the two different speakers — your call!
Give and Take and Enjoy.
Today I have posted one that I posted before so apologies to anyone who has read it before. On this challenge I try to do a different story but today I thought this was good and hope you do.
Gaa/C June 2014
“But dad, I don’t want to go, there are loads of others going, and I don’t want them to see me.” Annie was arguing once again with her dad.
“Annie, it is your last time, after that you wont see any of them again.”
“But you don’t see do you? going up on the stage is so yuk! everyone will laugh.”
“Annie you will not be the only one, all your year will doing it as well, so some of your friends will be there doing. You should be so proud of yourself, I am. I am very proud of you. And I’ll be there with your mum.” her father said quietly putting his point across.
“That is my point, all the adults watching.” Annie then sulked off into her bedroom. Her father thought it best if he left her alone for a moment. She was obviously scared about it, and he thought it was up to him to try and show her there was nothing to be scared of, but a moment to be very proud. This is her last moment to show her achievements and be very proud of them. Just to give her a few her father went and made two cups of tea and a salad sandwich.
Ten minutes had passed and he tapped her bedroom door and entered, handed her the tea and sandwich.
“Annie you know way back when I first started playing my guitar and I had the opportunity to play in front of an audience I chickened out. Like you, I was putting all sorts of excuses in the way, telling myself I was not any good, people would boo’ me off stage or just not like me. I went to the clubs and watch other people and kept saying I was as good as them but when the time came I could not do it.” Annie and her father sat quietly eating their sandwich.
“As you know Annie I did go on stage and played, and a few years later did it with bands and it proved to be the best thing I ever did.”
“What made you do it, I mean what changed your mind gave you confidence to do it?”
“One night I went along to a club to watch, my friend came along, he also played the guitar. On arrival he checked in to play, the people who run the club asked if I wanted to play. I said no, not today, however they tried to encourage me, not to worry how good I was as the club accepted and enjoyed all standards. But I still said no, but inside I really wanted to play. So when my friend was called for his turn ha played a couple of songs and then announced that he was inviting a guest and then called for me. At first I would not go, it was then the audience started slow clapping, I borrowed a guitar and played a couple of songs with him. It was the best experience I had ever felt and wanted more. The next time I played on my own and again I enjoyed the applause. I would not want you miss this experience and enjoy the moment.”
Annie finished her tea and sandwich and looked at her dad, “okay dad, as long as you and mum are there with me, for support I mean.” she said and hugged her dad. “Of course we will be there, for support of course.”
The following week Annie walked onto the stage and collected her school certificates, she passed on 12 subjects and stood smiling while she accepted the applause. The proudest moment for all the family.
Gaa/C© June 2014.
Monday 22nd September 2014.
Who’s the most interesting person (or people) you’ve met this year?
The Twist: Turn your post into a character study.
#6 A Writing of Fiction
The audience, of which I was part, sat in full awe and concentration of the man and his words. He had been talking for only about ten minutes but he had grasped the attention of the audience. I looked about the room and could see it was full which totalled approximately 300 people plus security, and even they looked engrossed and hypnotised.
I came here on the advice of my nurse from my surgery, she said this man was great at uplifting people, and giving truthful advice and help. And after all my recent problems I thought ‘why not?’ so here I am.
I had done a little research in the way of checking his history and watched a few videos. I felt really comfortable with this man, the words and the way he spoke them seemed very genuine to me. It also looks as though many other people feel the same. Today he had his audience listening with great admiration and respect. This tall and no doubt some ladies might say attractive, with nicely brushed back dark hair and well spoken standing on the stage, he would smile at times groan at others. Facial expressions were as important to him as his words. His kindness came across while talking, telling us all how to approach life, how to smile and be happy. How not to be unhappy or sad, giving scenarios and explaining what we should do if life goes astray. During his ninety minutes on stage plus breaks he covered the subjects of death, birth, marriages and divorce and the ups and downs of life and how to deal with traumas. He smiled and made everyone believe with just his persona. Pacing the stage back and forth and emphasising parts of his speech. Reacting to his audience, answering questions even inviting one of the audience on stage with him. His continuous smile warmed people to him, with his calming voice his audience was engrossed in his every word. At the end of his talk he did a signing of his book, and this told me all. While smiling and giving brief smiles while handing his book over I saw another side to this. My view of him suddenly changed, I walked out of the auditorium deflated suddenly seeing my experience for what it was. Commercial and emotional blackmail with only money in mind.
Sad isn’t it when people can and do look at things with sarcasm, I will go back to tell my nurse my true thoughts.
Gerry A/C Sept 2014©
Friday 19th September 2014.
You stumble upon a random letter on the path. You read it. It affects you deeply, and you wish it could be returned to the person to which it’s addressed. Write a story about this encounter.
Today’s twist: Approach this post in as few words as possible.
This particular challenge I am cheating a little. How I hear you say? Well the answer is, I did this 101 challenge back in June and now realise that all these challenges are a repeat of the June challenges. So far I have managed to do different ones to my last efforts. The three part story I done was called ‘The Magic Violin’ and I automatically thought of my mothers violin but decided to do another story, first was posted yesterday. But this letter challenge has confirmed a repeated challenge so far. At first I was going to post my little short one but decide to write another and this is below. Even shorter but not so good. Enjoy anyway. However I have include my first one if you are interested.
Write 101 Day 5
Leaving my neighbours house from six doors down, walking the path to the front gate, I pulled the gate open and as I walked through I noticed an envelope on the ground. A small white envelope, nothing unusual, just a plain envelope with a stamp and a name and address printed on the front. The letter looked a little tattered, edges frayed and a couple of corners open.
I turned it over and read delivery address, “Wow what are the odds on that?” I muttered to myself. The name and address was mine, and I noticed the postmark was two months old. Moving slowly towards home I tore it open with care, and like the address it was printed and had the name of a company I visited for a job interview. This letter was confirming my appointment and requested me to contact them on return to confirm start date.
Gerry A/C September 2014©
Letter 1 posted back in June.
Words – 288.
It was quiet as I walked the country lane, no vehicles on the road or in the fields. Not even the chirping of a bird was heard, the only sign of life was the bumble bee on the flower, hovering to each in turn. On this summer evening I could feel the warmth of the sun on my face.
It was when I came to the cross road I notice something on the ground, laying on the road in clear sight. I picked it up, an off colour cream envelope, inspection showed it was a rather old envelope, the post mark printed was faint unable to read the town or city name but I could make the year as 1917.
I read the name and address on the front, I could not believe what I was reading. Surely this is not true, what a coincidence, no it is more than a coincidence, it is fate or could it be good fortune. I opened it and read the words, one page handwriting on both sides. If I understood this letter it was not good news. I had to get it home and let my mother read it, it is what should be done the right thing to do.
Mother sat down after reading the letter twice, she opened the page again and read it for a third time. She became very emotional, tears rolled down her cheek, “This letter is from my dad telling my mum what to do if he does not come home. But he was expressing his undying love and thought for her. This was the last we ever heard from him. He was lost in combat.”
Gaa/C© June 2014