WWP #252 – Purport

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.  Interesting word Sammi has given us this week.  I could not resist.

wk 252 purport

I swear (often) it is the purpose of some to purport an image of an existence so far from their reality to be believed, I am left incredulous at their earnestness.

While they wax poetic upon their raison d’être, I cannot help but think this is the opposite of “they doth protest too much” but just as much of a lie.

Dating was exhausting.

Mixed Mediums – Friday Fictioneers

‘Tis Wednesday!  But I wish it was Friday!  Oh well.  In order to make due, we must try to find time and ways to amuse ourselves.  Yanno, to make the day seem less arduous. Thankfully we have Rochelle to help us out.  This week’s photo belongs to Lisa Fox, who graciously permits us to use it as inspiration for a 100-word story, no more but could be less.  To play along, or to see what a fabulous group of writers has come up with, just click on the frog below and add your link.  It’s wonderful to read all the interpretations.

©Lisa Fox

 

Cartoon: A Curious And Excited Frog and A Cabin In The Woods Background |  Clipart Images

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That house is rather interesting, wouldn’t you say?

Yes, I would. But something tells me you are being sarcastic.

You know me so well. And you’re right. It’s like it was built from scraps. Or whatever was hanging around.

Ecological and creative.  I think it makes it way more interesting than if it were made with just one material.

You’ve got a point.

‘Course I do.  Take you, for instance.

Me?

You’re not all one thing or another.  You’re a product of bits and pieces collected along your journey.

A mixed mediums of sorts.

Exactly! There’s hope for you yet.

 

WWP #250 – Mannequin

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 hosting this challenge!

wk 250 mannequin

She sat, gazing at the squalling snow outside her window and wondered how she had found herself here. Again. Why did she allow another to dictate how to live her life? How she should love? Or not love?  She was her own woman, with thoughts, dreams and desires.  She was not some mindless mannequin to be taken out and arranged just so to another’s way of seeing things only to be stored into a closet when no longer desired.  It was time to break free.

 

No Books Allowed (This Time) – dVerse Prosery

Monday was Prosery Monday for dVerse hosted by Ingrid.  Prosery is a 144-word challenge – max – in which we must use chosen lines from a bit of poetry. But get this… we must not write a poem!  This week, Ingrid chose from Wordsworth’s ‘Lines Written at a small distance from my House…‘ The lines we must use are as follows:

And bring no book, for this one day
We’ll give to idleness.

We must use the words in the exact order and cannot insert any others. We can, however change up the punctuation.  How can I resist? It seems this week’s challenges both (that I participated in) involve books in some way.  Or not.

The plan for today is simple: walk and lunch and just hang out, catching up as it’s been forever and a day since our last get-together.  I notice a suspicious object in Kathy’s bag when I pick her up.  Oh no, not this time! She will not disappear to some secluded spot with her romance novel.

“Kathy, I believe I said to bring yourself and bring no book!  For this one day, we’ll give to idleness!

She sheepishly removed the books from her bag.  “A girl can try. Reading is a form of idleness, no?”

“I think not.  Are we so dull, you need to escape us?”

“Of course not!  I always bring a book, just in case–”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. No reason for it today for today, we pfaff.”

“Sounds wickedly sinful.”

“‘Tis.  Shall we join the others?”

“Lead the way!”

 

 

Tending the Home Fires

This past weekend was brutally cold and I remained cocooned in my house. No way in hell was I going out to run in -30ºC (with the wind chill) no way, no how.  For the first time this year, I decided to make a fire in slow burning wood stove.  Man, the wood I have is fairly useless.  Burns just like that (snaps fingers).  My cubby holds three large loads of this wood carrier doohickey.

I burned the whole lot Saturday.  Sunday was supposed to be warmer and I thought I’d go for a run and then fill up the cubby for the next cold snap.  ‘Parently the cold snap wasn’t done.   Whilst the kids were still snoring, I lugged in the three loads, snow-covered, and got that fire going again.  Thankfully snow doesn’t make it that wet.  It was a few degrees warmer than Saturday…

I decided to make a leek and potato soup, which got me to ruminating as I chopped.  I remembered how I followed Pol Martin’s recipe for Crème de poireaux (cream of leek), having graduated from the Sel et Poivre magazines to real cookbooks.  Sel & Poivre was fine and dandy but often included ingredients such as custard powder rather than include how to make the custard.  Funny thing is, in another recipe from a later issue, there was a recipe for crème pâtissière (pastry cream/custard)!  I used to take out both copies so I could combine them.  Especially after having searched high and low for the prepackaged powder crap (and finding it lacking).

Anyway, back to my soup.  I remembered cutting the veg rather small, and never puréeing it in the end.  It never mentioned to purée it and so I didn’t.  I no longer have the book – frankly, because this was the only recipe I ever tried in the otherwise dull and lacklustre book and I now know it off by heart and have probably modified it since, anyway – so I cannot confirm that that part of the recipe was omitted.   Not so much a crème then, was it?  However, I remember really liking it and receiving no complaints.  Funny then, that was the only time I didn’t whizz it up into a smooth and creamy texture, adding a swirl of cream and a sprinkling of freshly chopped parsley.  (I have also since figured out that the veg didn’t have to be cut so finely, especially since it was going under the immersion blender, or blender, that I no longer have.)  And then Sunday’s soup.  On a whim, I chopped everything fine and left it as is.  No cream necessary. I loved it.  And guess what?  Different audience, still no complaints!

As much as I could have remained in my cocoon for yet another day, I instead checked my fire and decided that it was warm enough(ish) to go out there, well-bundled up.  By 2:30 pm, I grabbed my camera, hopped into my car and determined where I would walk.  On a whim, I parked near the “country road” and started walking.  Realising I’d have to go a good ways before seeing anything, I trudged back to my car.  Off to the bird sanctuary, instead.  Note to self, these boots, while warm, are so heavy.  Time to go shopping.

I parked on the street behind another car, having noticed the parking lot was pretty full. Ugh. I long for the days when I worked shifts and could come here on a weekday.  It’s way too people-y on the weekends.

I took a good many photos, some of which ended up on the Facebooks and the Instagrams and I shall share them here, saving more for another post… 😉

 

Weekend Writing Prompt #244 – Cave

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. As always, a thank you to Sammi for hosting this party, weekly.

wk 244 cave

 

An underwater cave~

a cenote to the residents

of the Yucatán Peninsula

where fresh and salt water meet

Stalagmites and stalactites

a refuge for wildlife

We are just visitors

 

Cenote Dos Ojos, Riviera Maya

Underneath in the water

A Place to Live or to Visit, That is the Question – Friday Fictioneers

Would you look at that?  It’s Friday.  Thank gawd!  And I’m playing Friday Fictioneers today on a Friday.  Wasn’t gonna play at all but hey, only fools don’t change their minds, they say. I ain’t no fool.  Not to be confused with being foolish. I can be plenty foolish on occasion, I assure you.  This week our leader extraordinaire, Rochelle, has pilfered, sweetly requested, this photo from Bradley Harris. I don’t know about any of you “enjoying” the chill of this particular winter – no comment from youse guys in places like Texas, k?, but I could easily imagine my own self looking at this here view.  If you can as well and are inspired to write your own 100-word story, why don’t you and then plop the link to said story by clicking on my surfer frog below!

©Bradley Harris

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Wouldn’t you just love to live here and be able to see this every day?

I don’t know, to be honest.

Seriously? Why not? As far as sun destinations go, Hawai’i is the most temperate. Less inclined to have hurricanes and whatnot.

Oh, I know.  But I think I’d get bored of it all. I actually like having four distinct seasons.

Even winter?

Yes, even winter.

Well I, for one, can easily see myself living here for the rest of my life.

Perfect! It will give me a place to come and visit!

You do that.

I most certainly will.

 

 

Heed the Call – Friday Fictioneers

Should I play? Should I not? Do I have an idea? Is it good enough?  Silly. Of course I should. Of course I do. Of course it is.  It’s Wednesday and Rochelle is a-callin’ with this here picture by Brenda Cox.   Time to Friday Fictioneer!  If you are inspired by this here photo, why don’t you click the painter frog below and add your 100-word link.

Frog Brush Stock Illustrations – 219 Frog Brush Stock Illustrations,  Vectors & Clipart - Dreamstime

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Heed the Call

Why didn’t my father hand down his creative genes to me?

What do you mean?

One day he started painting and was immediately good. I can barely draw stick figures.

Did you ever really try?

Painting?

Yes!

Does spending hundreds of dollars on paints and paper and markers and stuff count?

Do you use any of them?

Well.  Not yet.

Why not?

I don’t think I’ll be any good.

Was it not YOU who shared that meme?

What meme?

The one about not worrying if you are good enough.  To just do it.

Yeah, I did.

So? Whatcha waiting for?

May be an image of 1 person and text that says "If you feel something calling you to dance or write or paint or sing, please refuse to worry about whether you good enough. Just do it. re -Glennon Doyle Melton ContemplativeMonk.com"

Artistic License – Friday Fictioneers

What a Wednesday morning.  Tell me, when does an oil change mean only an oil change?  Never, that’s when.  As I had to be at the garage for 7:30, I didn’t have time to write my FF. I didn’t think I’d be spending five hours there, so I didn’t bring my laptop.  Oh well. Silver linings and all that. I got my steps in before noon. So there’s that, right?  Thank you, always, to our leader, Rochelle for hosting and would you look at that?  I know that pic!

Cartoon frog stacked on tree log Royalty Free Vector Image

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Jason stepped back, admiring his handiwork, a satisfied grin on his visage.  Anything could become art with a little imagination.  Chores didn’t have to be dull and boring.  He was convinced his parents would be pleased that he had stacked the wood.  On the first asking, no less.

He heard the crunch of tires on the gravel driveway and quickly hid behind the tree to hear their first reaction. Both car doors slammed shut and then silence.

“Patti.  Come and see what Jason did.”

“Well, now.  It is stacked, as requested…”

“In the front.  Around the window.”

“Artistic, no?”

“Hmmm”

 

Church and Prayer – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday morning, Peeps!  Well looky-here… I can’t very well not participate in Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers when she uses my pic now, can I?  So, I am. And you can too, if you wish.  Just click on the frog below and add the link to your own 100-word story… it’s fun, g’head!

Cartoon: A Dancing Frog and View Of The Church Altar Background | Clipart  Images

Other than weddings, funerals, the occasional baptism and a midnight mass or two to please Mémère, we didn’t go to church.  My mother was pretty much done with it and nuns yet she made us do the Catholic rituals of first communion and confirmation. I don’t even remember if I ever went to confession. No matter, I’m a remarried widowed divorcée, not sure I’m even allowed to partake now, anyhow.

As for prayer, never was one much for that, either. Anne Lamott’s “Help Thanks Wow” made me realise that when I chat with the Universe? It’s kinda like a prayer.