Working From Home – Friday Fictioneers

Happy Hump Day, Peeps!  What does today bring?  Why, so glad you asked… It brings us Friday Fictioneers that we have all (most of us) taken to writing on Wednesdays. It’s a thing unexplainable.  This week, our beloved leader has pilfered her own photo for the prompt.  Wanna take a stab at it?  G’head, click on the frog below and add your own 100-word story!

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Working From Home

What a golden opportunity has arisen during these crazy times!  Just as one seasonal job was coming to an end, another appeared, only this time the commute would be from my bedroom to my kitchen.  I could, like many, work in my pyjamas because… who’s to see?  No, that’s not me.  It’s one thing to lounge in one’s pj’s on a rainy Sunday, bingeing on some show or movies; it’s quite another to go to work thus, even if said work is in your home.

And you’ll never see me going to a restaurant in mine, not even Olive Garden!

A Boat Abode – Friday Fictioneers

This working nine-to-five thing is really getting in the way of my writing and reading time!  I’m going to have to figure out a decent schedule!  Late is better than not, right?  And I know, there is no late per se but ya’all know most of us like to get these things in early (ier).  A thank you to C.E.Ayr for the use of his photo and to Rochelle for keeping us all afloat week after week!  To join in, just click on the frog below and follow the instructions to leave your link!

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A Boat Abode

Riding along on her bicycle, Clara’s thoughts were filled with questions about her future when she spotted a pink boat with a ‘For Sale’ sign.  Curious, she parked her bike to go investigate further.

“Hey there, Missy.  What can I do for you?”

“I’m curious if one could live on this here boat?”

“Shore thing. Wanna look inside?”

“I do.”

“You by yourself or with someone?”

“Just me.  My apartment has been taken over by the landlord and I’m in dire need of a new home.”

“And you thought a boat is a solution?”

“Not until I saw this one!”

 

I’ll Take It! – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Wednesday and I’m on a roll!  Friday Fictioneers is here with this wonderful photo by Sandra Crook.  Thanks always to Rochelle for hosting this weekly party.  If you care to join, please click on the frog below and add your 100-word story.

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This is perfect!  I’ll take it!

Are you nuts?  Look at this mess. Why the hell would you want to take it upon yourself to deal with this?

D’you remember “The World According to Garp”?

Crazy movie.  But yeah. What’s your point?

Remember when the plane drove through the house they were visiting to potentially buy?

Uh… yeah.

Like he said, ‘It’s been pre-disastered, we’re gonna be safe here.’  We can clean it up and get it going.

Honey… there’s a huge difference between a plane hitting a house and high tides brought on by storms!

Pish-tosh! I love it!

 

For those of you unfamiliar with the film…

Judgment By Garlic – Friday Fictioneers

Hello my peeps!  It’s Wednesday and that means Friday Fictioneers!  This week, I’m the teacher’s pet as it’s my photo being used as inspiration.  Woot!  Thank you, Rochelle, for hosting this week after week.  Should you wish to participate, please, click on the frog below and add the link to your 100-word story!

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There’s something about a braid of garlic hanging in a kitchen. It’s a reassuring sign. It tells me the person who does the cooking takes it seriously and does it with love.  Call me crazy but, just like you can judge a person by their bookshelves, so can you by their kitchen. It may be small and cramped with little counter space (let’s call it cozy, not cluttered) but if there’s a garlic tress? You know they are going to create gastronomical magic that will have your tastebuds dancing to a tune they have orchestrated, using only the best ingredients.

No Longer Needed – Friday Fictioneers

I really wasn’t going to touch this one.  And then I couldn’t help but go back 23 years.  This week’s photo is supplied by Roger Bultot.  Thanks, always to Rochelle for hosting this weekly gathering.  If you want to play along, just click on the frog below and add your link to your 100 words.

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High Chair — Nee & Wee

No Longer Needed

Why did you throw out the highchair?

I didn’t throw it out, I left it on the curb for anyone to pick it up.  It’s not like we need it anymore.

What if we have another baby?

What if we don’t?  What if he was our one and only?  I can’t walk past that thing just like I can’t leave his room the way it is.  I’m turning it into a reading room.

I get it and I’ll help you.  …  Do you think one day we can try for a family again?

Yes.  When my heart doesn’t hurt so much.

 

Austin’s Room

 

 

 

Not Gonna Happen – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Wednesday! You know that means Friday… for Fictioneers, that is. Rochelle is hostess and supplier of photo this week. Should you wish to play along, just click on the frog below and add your link to your 100-word story. G’head. It’s fun!

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“Cynthia, will you marry me?”

“No, Brad. Stop asking. You keep getting the same answer. When will you understand I like how things are?”

“But you love me, right?”

“Yes, I do.”

“So what’s the problem?”

“I don’t want to be married. I like my independence. What we have works. Why ruin a good thing?”

With a “Hmph!” Brad kissed her on the cheek and said, “Fine. I’ll pick you up after work.”

“Great! See ya later!”

As Brad approached Cynthia’s shop, he thought of a new way to ask her.

However, in the door, he got his answer.

‘Nope’.

Next Best Thing to the Real Thing – Friday Fictioneers

Welcome to Wednesday (is it still Wednesday? Yippers, for another hour, here in Montreal, anyway) where sometimes I play Friday Fictioneers.   Rochelle keeps us keepin’ on and this week, it’s with the help of C.E. Ayr’s photo.  Should you want to play, just click on the frog below and add your own 100-word story which includes a beginning, middle and end.  Remember, it’s not what you look at, it’s what you see 😉

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Next Best Thing To the Real Thing

Hard to believe we’re in a hotel. My goodness! It feels like we are in the middle of New York!

Welcome to Vegas!  Come, let me show you more. They even have a mini Coney Island, including a roller coaster that —

Wait.  I hear music.  Look! A piano bar!

Yeah. It has duelling pianos. We’ll have a drink there first then dine at Gallagher’s for the best dry-aged beef you’ve ever tasted.

This is so cool. Where are we going tomorrow?

I’m taking you to Paris, Baby.

Then?

How about Venice?

It’s the next best thing to the real thing!

 

Boo Radley’s House – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday morning!  Say it like you mean it!  Today’s Friday Fictioneers came immediately and I just simply wrote it without thought. Gah… that always worries me. However, I am sticking with it!  Today’s photo is brought to us by Ted Strutz.  Excellent choice, Rochelle. I love the feel of this photo.  And thank you for hosting this weekly party.  If y’all wanna see what others wrote or, even better want to add your own, click on the frog below!

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Boo Radley’s House

That house has a Boo Radley feel to it, don’t you think?

Are you thinking like a Finch or like the rest of the lot?

What do you mean?

Well, are you scared for no reason or do you have compassion for the man inside?

No need to get all uppity with me!

Seriously. Does the place spook you or are you curious and empathetic about who lives there?

I think we’re talking nonsense. The place looks abandoned.

Not nonsense.  I feel love coming from it.

You are so weird.

If you say so. I wonder if it’s for sale?

 

Flashes

Would you look at that! This week’s Friday Fictioneers is a repeat and actually one that I participated in back on April 10, 2015. I thought that I would not play but a new thought popped in my head and here I am. Thank you, Miss Vacationer, Rochelle, for hosting this party even while you are playing on the beach. If you are so inspired, click on the frog below and add your own 100-word story!

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Flashes

Sitting on my porch, I watch the freight train pass by at top speed. Time that went so slow as I was living it has now blurred into a speed impossible.

Between each boxcar, a scene from my life flashes, proving a lifetime of memories is but a blip on the whole. Playing tag in the park, necking in the backseat of a car, celebrations of weddings, births and deaths of loved ones; each memory is given the same allotment in time.

More cars are ahead than are behind now, and I realise that it is so, too, for me.

How Did I Become a Prompt Queen?

I went to a French high school.  We didn’t do things like the Prom Queen and King. Come to think of it, I wonder if any of the English schools in Quebec did?  Maybe it’s just an American thing. I honestly don’t know and frankly, don’t feel like looking it up because, in the grand scheme of things, it means diddly-squat.  Prompt Queen? Now that’s a different story.

Somehow any writing I have done in the past few years has been a good ninety-to-ninety-five percent prompt-related.  How did this happen? Is this a bad thing or a good thing?  Or a nothing to even waste my energies on?  I know I am far from alone.  Many bloggers only write prompt-induced posts. And that is a fine thing.  It has helped me work on my writing chops, I think.  Plus, when it comes to creativity, I need a nudge.

I take a pause in writing to think about this, and what my point shall be while I make myself a coffee,

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then get side-tracked by catching up on my daily blog reading, check my emails, and I land on my horoscope.  Coz yeah, I receive it daily, even though I don’t buy what they’re selling.  However, it is ironic that today’s says this:

07.30.2020

You may find yourself asking some major life questions today, Aries. Thoughtful Mercury finds itself opposed to grandiose Jupiter, asking you to ask whether you have all of the tools you need for the career you wish to create for yourself. You may find yourself revisiting educational or travel plans today. A positive sense of optimism permeates the day, lending support and strength to your questioning.

Okay, so why I write what I write is not a “major life question” but it is one of the questions I’ve been posing myself lately, and the only one I shall tackle at this time because it does affect how I spend some of my time.  Time that suddenly became plentiful, yet ill-used.  Since March, our lives, the world over, have been turned upside-down, sideways and inside out in a manner none of could ever have imagined.  Now that we are almost half a year into this (Seriously?!?!) we still can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel.  How are we spending this time?  Everyone has seen some kind of change in their schedule.  Some barely had a break as they went from working in an office to working from home (and are working up to 20% more than before), some went from working days to working overnight, many of us lost our jobs, some were/are on hold, waiting, convinced they will be able to return to their former jobs at some time (though less and less a probability) and some, like me, have managed to find new jobs.  A first, it seemed this no working thing would be the perfect time to tackle projects! Um. No. I couldn’t justify it as projects require money which is no longer coming in, or at least, not with the same flow.  Many took up baking and cooking and gardening.  And reading. And writing.

Because flowers are pretty even when they are straggly

Many bloggers went to town. Suddenly the once, twice or thrice-weekly bloggers became daily bloggers. The multi-posters wrote even more.  My inbox overflowed.  (I hate using the Reader though I swear I am contemplating moving to it so that my overwhelm doesn’t send me to the looney-bin.)

I know I have a point to all this.  Oh yes. Prompts.  I don’t know how I went from Friday Fictioneers to also participating in Crimson’s Creative Challenge, Weekend Writing Prompt and an occasional dVerse.  I don’t like to post more than once per day and I’m not a daily blogger, either.  I often would find myself wanting to write about something and then thinking, oh no, it’s Wednesday, that’s when I do FF and then I can’t write it on Thursday because that’s when I do CCC and then it’s too late because that feeling has passed.  Just so you know, there is no obligation for me to write FF on Wednesdays nor CCC on Thursdays. It is all self-imposed.  The reason I do this is it gives me a chance to read everyone else’s story/poem, whatevs… because. There is the rub. I’m an excellent participant and reciprocator. But it is as time-consuming AF to read and comment on 65 other 100-word stories. And I do. Mostly. I have since cut back on those who don’t even acknowledge my comment – after a few weeks of nothing, I drop them. Got better things to do with my time. And there are those who never visit mine. (And that’s okay, too. Just don’t expect me to go to yours after a while, either.)  That’s what blogging is.

The swirls of the clouds resemble my thoughts

So what about those blogs I follow (and love) and read outside of these prompts? I feel so bad when fellow bloggers read me and I find myself three posts behind on theirs.  How much time per day is a person supposed to sit on their ass reading and commenting on blogs?  I swear I must read a novel’s worth per day.  When can I sit on my ass and read a book?  Because, frankly, after reading off the computer for 3-4 hours (if not more) I no longer feel like picking up a book.

That’s a helluva detour to my point, isn’t it?  Maybe that’s why I do these prompts. They force me to keep myself brief as none of them are longer than 150 words. 😉 They have and will continue to serve their purpose as they push my creativity to write different things.  And I think my writing has improved because of these challenges so no, I am not giving them up.  I am, however, going to cherry-pick from now on because for me it is important, when participating in a challenge, to participate.  I’m not a write-and-run kinda gal.

Back in February 2016, Eric Tonningson, Awakening to Awareness (a coach, speaker, writer, blogger I admire) commented with:  “Hey, where are those thoughtful Dale posts??? All I’m seeing in my WP Reader is Friday Fictioneer stuff. 🙂”.  I haven’t heard from him since this time, last year, but his words have been swirling in my head lately.

What would he say now?  He’d probably nod his head in agreement.

I have now seen the light.  I officially demote myself from Prompt Queen to Prompt Baroness.

Apologies. I understand if it was TL:DR