It’s Terrasse Time! – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday, my peeps!  It’s Friday Fictioneers Day and I could not resist this photo.  It kinda called me to do a certain sequel to my story from a couple weeks ago.  As always, a thank you to Rochelle, our fearless leader, who, while still frolicking in the ocean, still manages to host our weekly shindig.  Should you want to join in and write a story inspired by Roger Bultot’s photo, then click on the frogs below to add your link!

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Since you didn’t like my choice last time we got together, you pick.

It was disgusting.  And great, it’s terrasse weather.  I know just the place.

Terrace weather, you mean.

Terrasse, terrace. The important thing is we sit outside.

In the shade?

Yes, in the shade.

Okay.  Meet you there?

7:00 pm.

***

This is your choice?

Yes, this is my choice.

You thought my tables looked like toilets, what the hell is this?

Art.

Art? It’s graffiti!

Stop. The food and drinks are worth it.

They better be.

At least we won’t feel crowded.

Why does that bring me no comfort?

 

Morning Pages

Whilst chatting with Bill, my favourite writing pluviophile, he mentioned something about doing his “Morning Pages”; or rather, that he had let himself slack off but would be getting back on track, or something to that effect.

What are Morning Pages, you ask?  I had to look it up.  This was invented by Julia Cameron and is described more fully in her book “The Artist’s Way”.  However, it was more a blog post by Shelby of “Little Coffee Fox”  that got me even more intrigued.

Apparently, this daily ritual can unleash our creative potential, so to speak – and not limited to the creativity in writing, either.  It can help artists of all sorts.  The point of this practice is to encourage us away from negative self-talk and away from the fear that holds us back.

Okay, sounds a little woo-woo but hey… I’ve been writing my gratitude journal for over fifteen years and what harm is there in going to bed thinking of five things to be grateful for?  It forces me to think of five positive things.  Some days the choices are slim but find them, I do.

So. how does this work?  Pretty simple.  Every morning, first thing, you dump your thoughts by writing three pages in longhand.  No plotting or strategizing, just stream of conscious writing.  Nothing pretty, punctuation and all that jazz doesn’t really matter.  The important thing is to simply write whatever comes to mind and to not stop until you have three pages worth.  What if you run out of things to say?  Find anything.  Just do it.  Oh, and here’s the best part.

NEVER READ WHAT YOU WRITE.

More importantly,

NEVER LET ANYONE ELSE READ WHAT YOU WRITE.

It’s a brain dump. Let it out.  And let it go. You can’t let it go if you go back to it, can you?

Alrighty then.  I am three days in.  A little early to see if anything comes from it but I like what Glitter Guide said after she tried it for thirty days:  she missed her therapist a bit less and her mind felt less cluttered as she started the day.  Did she have any big creative breakthroughs?  No. But she was open to the possibility.

And so am I.

Now, if I can just stop calling them Morning Papers maybe Prince will stop taking up space in my head…

 

Weekend Writing Prompt #270 – Jamboree

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.  And it’s still the weekend, so, yay me!  Thank you, Sammi, for hosting this weekly jamboree… okay, it’s more low-key than that, but still 😉

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There is a time and place for parties that go big and loud.  And for me, that place is in the past. Let’s just say I’ve become less enthusiastic.

Our last family cruise vacation in March 2020, (just before the shit hit the fan and the world stopped) was an exception.  Three generations at the back of the ship drinking and dancing and raising hell qualifies as big and loud.

That aside, the kind of jamboree I seek out now is one brought on by nature.

 

 

Happy Wife, Free Man? – Friday Fictioneers

Well, well, well… Would you look at this coinkidink?  It is the Brilliant Birthday Boy Bill’s photo today!  And Rochelle chose today to use it for Friday Fictioneers. How cool is that? Well, I, for one, think it is so there.  So, apologies, Bill and Yolonda.  I done used ya.  But all in good fun, o’ course!  Should you have a great 100-word story you’d like to share, inspired by this here photograph, just click on the frog below and add your link. Easy peasy!

Oh, and Happy Birthday Bill!! 😘

Photo by Brazen Birthday Boy Bill Reynolds

 

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Quite the spread you have here, Bill.

Thanks.  There’s a shit-ton of work to do but that’s okay.  Work never killed nobody.

Beg to differ—

Shaddap! You know what I mean; don’t be so pedantic.

Just pulling your leg.  How far’s it go?

I have about 50 acres in all.

Holy shit!  What are gonna do with all that space?

The wife wants a greenhouse. This one seems to have good bones, so it’s a start.

What about you?

Once she’s happy puttering in her flowers, I’ll be free to do what I want.

***

That’s what you think!

Oh, hey, Yolonda…

Design Flaws – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Wednesday.  Oh. Em. Gee…. So, this happened!  I wasn’t gonna but then, with fifteen minutes left to work, I didn’t want to start something I couldn’t finish so I looked at the FF prompt and suddenly a story popped into my head.  How do you like them apples, Rochelle? Fleur Lind’s photo sent me nowhere I thought it would.   Should you have a grand idea inspired by this photo, then please click on the frog below and add the link to your 100-word story.

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Hey!  Good timing!  I didn’t order you anything yet, since I wasn’t sure what your mood was.

Smart.  It’s like you know me.

I do.  Are you in a bourbon mood?  Beer? Martini?  Couldn’t chance it, yanno?

Hah!  Smartass.  What is UP with this table?

Funky design, eh?

Crappy, if you ask me.

Crappy?

Yeah, it looks like a toilet bowl.  It’s gross.

Jesus. The things you see…

Babe. Seriously. Look at it!  They could at least have made the inside white.

Oh, great. Now all I can see is diarrhea.

Guzzle that. We are outta here.

Copy that.  Next!

 

Weekend Writing Prompt #268 – Year

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.  Thank you, Sammi, for never closing these prompts so we can use them whenever our whim, whims it.  And when you can’t decide between four photos to represent your word, you put ’em all in 😉

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The years are festooned with events that mark them

Deaths and births

and a bunch of firsts

 

The good, the bad, the mundane

each have their part in decorating

the years in our timeline

 

Time is linear,

that’s what we know

weren’t we told?

 

 

 

Off the Rails, They Said – Friday Fictioneers

Well golly-gee whitkicker.  I shoulda known when I woke up at 5 and could not fall back asleep that my day was not gonna go according to plan.  I gave up on sleep, dressed, grabbed my camera and planned to drive just to the overpass to capture the early morning light; so of course my exit was closed, forcing me onto the highway and well, while I was there, might as well go allllll the way to the end and maybe be lucky enough to capture a heron or something.  Got eaten alive by the skeeters whilst attempting.  Couldn’t stay long as I had to get back, do my yoga and take a shower before work.  But hey, it was still early so I’d be able to do my FF… it is, after all, my photo and all.  But nooooo… Start my smoothie, leaving the addition of the frozen fruit till after my shower, so I could sip and write.  Take said shower and, hmmm… the house is awfully quiet. Except for the beep of my alarm system telling me there was no power.  So, no smoothie, no uploading of photos, no writing of FF… And then, work was so darn busy, I couldn’t even be a bad employee and write it there!

Apologies for my long preamble.  Thanks Rochelle for choose my pic!  The one good thing is, this morning, I heard this song and I thought, that could work… Miracles of miracles, I did not forget my plan and here I am, inspired by it!  My story is squished between the photo and the song 😉  Should you be inspired to play along, just click on the frog below and add you 100-word link!

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Off the Rails, They Said

A too-sharp mind was what she had, they said.   That she was spinning out of control and needed to dull the edges.  That’s what they told her, anyway.  And really, what reason did she have to not believe them?  She knew she had been erratic and they feared for her. It was love, they said.  They loved her.  Here, they said, take these pills, you’ll feel so much better.  So she choked them down and went from full-speed ahead to barely a crawl.  If she could just make it to her bed, it would all stop. She’d be just fine.

 

Restocking – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Thursday!  Last working day of the week for us Canucks as tomorrow is Canada Day. I hemmed and hawed. I thought and pondered. I went here and then there and came up with this!  The Wisoff-Fields are in cahoots this week as hostess and supplier of photo.  Thank you Jan for your image and Rochelle for your always diligent presence on this jaunts!  Should you wish to play along, you can click on Rochelle’s name for the what’s what or go directly to the frog and link up your 100-word story.  Happy Thursday y’all!

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I thought you’d be here a week ago!  What took you so long?  New route? New Supplier?

Sorry, Linda, I got side-tracked a few towns over.  My stock had depleted and needed filling.

So, new supplier. You didn’t think you could restock here?  You’ve always been satisfied before, Norman.

Well you know, Linda, a little variety in life is not a bad thing.  I do like to scope out what’s new.

When you’re tired of the old, you mean.

Not old at all, darlin’. There’s comfort in the familiar.

Yeah, yeah.  I know. “Sigh.”

C’mere, show me what you’ve got.

 

 

 

Weekend Writing Prompt #265 – Brevity

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.  Gotta love Sammi’s giving us so few words for such a word! I half-expected her to be more ironic than literal 😉

wk 265 brevity

Trim the fluff

keep the necessary

Brevity,

some writers feel, is

concessionary

How better to picture “brevity” than by having just one thing in a photo? Or, a random photo just because…

For Dad on Father’s Day

A few days ago, Ally, from The Spectacled Bean (why I kept seeing Speckled instead of Spectacled, is beyond me, and I apologize, Ally), shared some quirky deets about her father.  This was inspired by her watching the last season of Grace and Frankie (which I loved, too), in particular, the Paprikash episode where Grace reconnects with her long-lost brother on false pretenses because she has a hankering for chicken paprikash and desperately wants the family recipe which her brother knows off by heart.  He never got a chance to know their father and wants Grace to share her memories.  Grace doesn’t want to because it hurts too much.  Her brother comes to realise that he is not there because Grace has missed him and goes to leave but Frankie, in true Frankie fashion, finds a way for him to stay.  With every memory Grace shares, he gives her an ingredient.

Quite the intro to the raison d’être of this post, eh?  I purposefully waited until today, Father’s Day, to share my list.  I was lucky enough to have him until I was 49, unlike 15 for Ally.  To think my kids were 15 and 16 when they lost theirs.  Sigh.

So, without further ado, here are ten things about my dad

1️⃣  He was thrilled to be mistaken for Captain Picard – it’s hard to get a picture because Dad always smiled with his teeth, while Sir Patrick smiles closed-mouthed… During the Pandammit, when Patrick Stewart read the Shakespearean sonnets, shared on FB and Twitter, I kept being taken aback.  They have many facial expressions that matched; it was uncanny.

2️⃣  He loved to listen to the Boston Pops on Sunday nights – we really think it was to annoy the shit out of Mom more than love of the music.

3️⃣  He loved Rod Stewart’s “Do Ya Think I’m Sexy” and would dance around in his goofy way, while clicking his tongue to the beat.

4️⃣  He insisted on setting a nice table, using bowls for ketchup and other condiments – do NOT even think of putting a bottle of ketchup on the table!

5️⃣  After he died, we found a penny in every single coat pocket because he always kept the ones he found, saying they were Pennies from Heaven, from his grandson, Austin.

6️⃣  He did a 180° flip from saying how much he paid for stuff to how little.  Having been raised on welfare, he planned on having more than enough one day – and did, which he was so proud of and flaunted.  Then he got older and wiser and realised that saving a buck was nothing to be ashamed of – which, of course, he now went on and on about.

7️⃣  He excelled at playing the overseer when construction projects were underway at any of our houses 😏 Though, in fairness, he was very adept at putting hammer to nail as well.

8️⃣  He always dressed well.  Loved looking sharp, whether casual or formal.

9️⃣  He was a natural artist.  One day, he decided to paint. So he did.  He sold most of his paintings, too.  And then he stopped.  I guess I take after him for that – losing interest after a while…

Painting Dad made for me

🔟  He had no regrets, he said. Had a wonderful life and stood behind all his choices.  When he wanted something he went for it.  It took him years to finally get a sailboat.  Until it was a reality, sail magazines graced the house all over the place, top of the toilet, night stand, living room table.  I think it was a sort of vision board exercise.

I’m sure so many other things will come to mind once I press publish, but like Dad, I’ll stand behind my choices.  Thank you again, Ally, for inspiring me to write this post.