She’d been walking for hours.  It was time to stop and put her feet up and relax. It was Sunday after all!  Oh wait.  Look at those glasses calling her inside.  Wine. Yes, a glass of wine would definitely start her off on the right track.  She went to the door and pulled the handle.  Damn. Closed.  Sigh. She walked to her car, drove home and poured herself a glass.  Would have been nice to have been served… but this will do!

I’ve been working on a post going nowhere, so I left that and caught up on my inbox.  There was Robin’s post, inspired by Karen’s post.  Things don’t always have to be serious, do they?

The title may make me look confused, but I assure you, I am not. Not really.  You, my faithful peeps, know that I am not really one to bitch and moan too often.  (My sisters, you are not allowed to say a word!)  I rarely rant, even.  Rarely.

However.  Today, I shall let fly some words.  I know most of you are Bots so I’m frankly talking out of my arse, here.  Still. Let me just get it off my chest.  Those “likes” you bestow on my last twenty posts and then follow me?  That all arrive at the same time?  There ain’t no way in hell you read a single word.  All I know is my inbox and notification panel get filled up.  Which means the legit comments can get lost in the shuffle.  Which is something that grieves me. Tremendously.

And, I know it can be fun to get lost into an exchange between two peeps or more in the comment section.  You can’t help but be that proverbial fly on the wall… And that’s cool. Coz it’s a blog. Which means it’s out there for all and sundry to read and comment. It’s kinda the point, really.  I’ve done it myself.  Even ended up participating in said comments. And, again, all cool.

However, (yes, another ‘however’) when you start ‘liking’ each and every comment, having never even left a hello yourself?  All you’re doing is filing up my inbox and my notification panel!  See above note.  Never mind. I’ll repeat. It grieves me. Big time.

So, while I absolutely love exchanges – long, short, in-between, you, the fly just buzzing around, totes eavesdropping and not participating?  Can you do it without liking every single one?

Rant over.

And, since I wasn’t able to post this last night because I was too busy taking pics of the Harvest Moon and then playing with the images and then seeing it was getting late… here are a few that I really like.

Happy Mother’s Day to all the mom bloggers out there celebrating.  You Brits have already done so in March!

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.  Boy, did Sammi ever go digging for this one!  Heck, WP doesn’t even recognise the word!

May 12, 1996, Mother’s Day.

Baby is due June 21.  “Sorry, you’re not a mother – yet!” was jokingly said.

May 25, 1996, son is born.

A joyous day that is filled with fear

All is not well with his heart and he succumbs

January 17, 1997, son dies.

May 11, 1997, Mother’s Day.

Still not a mother.

I feel like a solitudinarian ~ not physically ~ I am surrounded by loved ones

but in my heart. I might as well be elsewhere, alone

March 31, 1998, son is born

May 10, 1998, Mother’s Day

There is no denying this time.

I am still a mother.

My kids and me