When all finally quieted, the phone guy turned his latin music up very loud and started to sing. UNCLE!
I found it impossible to think let alone write. This little post is my page today. At least its something.
This was supposed to be my day to write, just show up at the page. Many things conspired against me doing just that or maybe I just let the excuse of them stop me. When I finally found my way through a couple items that couldn't wait I was beckoned by the sun. So I gathered pen and notebook, stretched out in my favorite lounge chair and showed up at the page. As I started to write the neighbor children started to wail and the caregiver started to yell, another neighbor across the street was talking so loud on his cell I could hear most of the conversation. Maybe I should have written that down!
When all finally quieted, the phone guy turned his latin music up very loud and started to sing. UNCLE! I found it impossible to think let alone write. This little post is my page today. At least its something.
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A chilly morning with autumn in the air. As I sat drinking a perfect cup of coffee contemplating my day a leaf spiraled down into my lap. For some reason it made me think of apples which made me think about apple crisp which in turn inspired me to make a trip to the apple farm. Nothing like a cool sunny day for traipsing between rows and rows of apple trees picking your own apples. Visions of Apple Jack, pies and homemade applesauce were dancing around my head. Of course I couldn't leave the farm without a big jug of fresh pressed apple cider, homemade apple butter, some local honey and the most delicious carmel I've had in a very long time!
I know! Mouth watering, Right?? Needless to say, I didn't make it all the way home without grabbing a red delicious and biting into its crisp juicy sweetness! Once home I started a pot of homemade chicken soup, started peeling and slicing jonathan and golden delicious apples for a pan of Apple Jack. After it finished baking I drizzled carmel across the top. My husband is in for a true treat when he walks in the door tonight! Not only does he actually have a dinner waiting on him, its all from scratch. That so rarely happens around this house anymore, I guess thats love!! excerpt from a story in progress........
Stricken by the plague that swept through the city, there was no hope of Liv surviving. There was no cure and it was striking down thousands of people by the hour. No one could be completely sure of the origination but Brian was certain this was another secret government experiment that the scientists had lost control of. And as the disease raged out of control, Brian raged at the unfairness of losing the only woman he had ever loved. His first vision of her was on the playground swings, with her long,sun-kissed hair trailing out behind her, laughter dancing on her lips as she exuberantly kicked towards the sky. She was as lost in that moment of exhilaration as his six year old heart was to her. The exact moment that he had fallen in love with Liv was stamped on his heart and memory forever. Sitting in the dark of early morning hours, by an open window with my first cup of fresh brewed coffee. Watching lightening dance across the dark sky, hearing the rumble of thunder as I wait for those first drops of much needed rain. I can smell it riding the air eager to loosen its first drops on the hard crackly ground. Autumn is here.
She crept in slowly, a dash of color here, a dropped leaf there. Easing us into the season gently, as we cling tightly to the last vestiges of summer, reluctant to say good-bye. Doing these writing prompts maybe helping my writing progress.
I was thinking about the "writing prompt" while I was preparing to head out for an early morning walk/run. Suddenly the words just started tumbling forth. I intended to physically write it when I was finished with the run but previous experience has shown me that if I don't write it down while I'm thinking it, Its gone. And it felt like a very short but good piece. I wrote and posted it and went on my way. Imagine my surprise later, when I saw my blog had been visited and commented on. The first comments I received (outside of family) not only made me a little estatic but served to confirm in a small way that maybe I do have it in me. And maybe that short piece will add up to a short story. Who knows. But thanks to all of you who popped over to check it out and especially to those who left the encouraging thoughts! I sit in this stark cold room with its gray walls shedding flakes of chipping paint, cursing the events of that day which led me here.
As I stare down at the empty page, just laying on the table waiting for me to take up my pen and fill it with words, it seems to shout at me, “Time has run out, CONFESS!” I shudder at the thought of having to stain the clean lines of these pages before me with the filth of those memories…… |
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