“OMG! Look! It has its own little stuffed animal! It’s all ready for bed and it has its own stuffed animal!” I squealed in the middle of Barnes & Noble. Today’s “Saturday Stream of Consciousness" prompt (by Linda G. Hill) is to describe something you own over a hundred of. So what else for me … Continue reading Friends Forever #SOCS
Month: August 2020
Wannabe writer for hire: will work for 6.6% of nothing.
While I was on my lunch break in the Burger King drive-thru line to obtain the fake Whopper that would punish me four times in twelve hours, I had an epiphany: I don’t care about my job anymore. But then I had a big question: what am I supposed to care about then? Straight ahead … Continue reading Wannabe writer for hire: will work for 6.6% of nothing.
“Why writing matters to you.” #FDDA
Very simple: It matters because it means that I am not my day job. Written for Fandango's Dog Days of August #FDDA Prompt: https://fivedotoh.com/2020/08/22/fandangos-dog-days-of-august-22/
Song lyric Sunday prompt: clear/dark/light: “The Sound of Silence.”
For "Song Lyric Sunday" prompt by Jim Adams, I chose "The Sound of Silence" by Simon and Garfunkel. The rules are to post the lyrics and link to the YouTube video. Original prompt site: https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2020/08/15/pronouncing-ls/ Now let me preface this by saying this song is WAAAAAY before my time. But I like the significance of … Continue reading Song lyric Sunday prompt: clear/dark/light: “The Sound of Silence.”
A writing prompt gone wrong. #SOCS
Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SOCS prompt from Linda G. Hill “Pro/Con” of anything I am setting my Fitbit for fifteen minutes of unbridled crap. After I wrote the block of shit below, I realize I was right to predict it would be crap (and that makes me feel a little gratified), yet I squirm because … Continue reading A writing prompt gone wrong. #SOCS
An homage to the residual benefits of higher education. #FOWC
Fandango's One Word Challenge: Despondent Decision that was bad. Extended payment plans. Student financial assistance. Parental shelter needed. Oh my God look at the interest. Number of payments. Defaulted. Emergency room. Never going to own a house or car. Tranquilizers.
How do I judge me? Let me count the ways. #FPQ
This post is in response to Fandango's Provocative Question #82: Do you judge yourself by the same standards that you judge others? If not, are you harsher or more lenient on yourself? Judging is my wheelhouse. Actually, change that to slaughterhouse. Not only do I judge myself more harshly than other people, I beat myself … Continue reading How do I judge me? Let me count the ways. #FPQ
No exit: well there is an exit, but it’s sealed shut. A retail story.
Based on a true story about a lowly department store administrative assistant…. “EEEEP! EEEEP! EEEEEEP!” Oh no! There must be a fire! My eardrums! I jumped up from my desk. “EEEEP! EEEEP! EEEEEEP!” I have no time to walk around my desk! The shortest way is always a straight line. I climbed up “EEEEP! EEEEP! … Continue reading No exit: well there is an exit, but it’s sealed shut. A retail story.
Some twisted roots unearthed among the leaves of an old diary.
Picture yourself on a nice, sunny day, under a big, shady tree, digging a hole to plant some flowers. You take your little shovel and dig, and you soon find some roots in your way. Over-enthusiastic growth, yes; difficult to remove, yes. But removable with effort. You dig them out, you plant your flowers, and … Continue reading Some twisted roots unearthed among the leaves of an old diary.
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