Monthly Archives: September 2015

WRITING 101 – A MAP AS YOUR MUSE

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For day #18 of Writing 101, we were to use a map to tell a story, in whatever way we chose. I thought of all the kinds of maps there were, like road maps, city maps, country maps, weather maps, and many, many more. Then I thought of all the songs I’ve heard of that mention traveling down a highway, or charting your way through life, and there were so many of these I couldn’t choose. I even spent some time listening to a lot of these, which was nice. Then I tried to find an actual paper map. I know we have some, somewhere in this house, but I couldn’t find any at all. I have no idea where we put them, and it’s been so long since we had to use one. I did the google map/street view for awhile. That’s always fun, but I still didn’t know what to write about.

I finally tried to think of some other kind of map, that might not be so obvious. I wanted something different to write about. Then I remembered…we’d gotten a map of the city cemetery, not long ago. I found it, and took a picture of it. Why we had this, was that we went to the cemetery to just look around. I love going to see all the headstones, taking pictures (hoping to get something strange, like an orb or a ghost?). Yes, that would be me, doing that.

This local cemetery is the oldest here in town, and is very large. It is very well maintained, with beautiful grounds, and all kinds of interesting headstones are allowed, along with a few mausoleums, and beautiful statues. It is also a bit of a tourist attraction, being that the rock and roll singer, Buddy Holly, is buried here. It is also said to be very haunted. I’ve never been there at night, though I would like to.

While we were there, we wanted to also look up some of our relatives gravesites there. We didn’t remember where exactly one was located. We walked all over where we thought it was, but couldn’t find it. The others, I’d never seen them before, but knew they were out here somewhere.

So, we stopped by the caretaker’s building to ask. She was very helpful. We gave her the names, and she looked them up on her computer, and printed us out the map of the graveyard. It had each section named, each small roadway marked, and each plot numbered and catalogued. She explained how to get to them, as we looked at the map.

So, off we went down the little named lanes, looking for the ones she’d marked off for us. Now it was easy to find them. We paid our respects to our relatives, then I took pictures. I don’t think I captured anything strange this day, though.

Here’s a picture of the graveyard map, and one of the famous Umlauf Angel statue. It is said that tears have been seen falling from the angel’s eyes on occasion.

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WRITING 101 – MINING YOUR SOCIAL MEDIA FOR MATERIAL

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WRITING 101 – MINING YOUR SOCIAL MEDIA FOR MATERIAL

For day #17 in the Writing 101 course, we were to look over our social media for ideas to write about. These included unfinished blog posts, Twitter favorites, Face Book posts, and any others you might have. One suggestion was to try a site called Poetweet … I tried it out, and found that it finds some of your recent tweets and forms them into a strange sort of poem. It was so fun, and I kept laughing at the silly way they put them together. Here then, is mine…

INTO FLAMES

13 pint jars, 13 broken served…

Answer…Ghost Hunting 101…

Of the duck egg has been solved! 🙂

You really want to be remembered?

In the aisles of the grocery store.

Time. They would be murdered.

Of bone. The cannibals laughed…

Promised death to all it touched.

The sinkhole swallowed them all…

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Here’s another one…

Grocery Store

You may ask, how did I get here?

Take, my fate stays the same…

Of all mankind reflected there.

There, but really it’s pretty tame.

I never get email confirmation

The sinkhole swallowed them all…

Disgusted with her hesitation,

His pride, he made one last call

Answer…Ghost Hunting 101…

Doled them out, one to a lifetime.

Lifetime, actually do something.

Solitaire, before his killing time.

Have been texting and driving 😦

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There were some more, just as strange.

Next I looked through my Twitter favorites that were saved. I picked a bunch of random words and phrases, to put together as a sort of weird story. I found most of my favorites were from the Friday Phrases game I participate in every week. Lots of the ones I favorite are the strange, weird, and funny ones. That seems to suit me and most of my blogging, also. Here is how it turned out. 🙂

LETTER FROM HELL

Good morning. It’s 11:11. I’m here in purgatory, killing time…Souls condemned to die by fire.

We have to update our files…priorities…

You can’t put into words…give me a sign, the spell…a paradox…

Build a bridge to the sky, but all our demons are busy for a month.

What do I wear? Bed socks?

If you’re reincarnated, we are not alone…

That voice, vibrations…Oh, my God, he is so close.

Maybe they’d catch the anxiety monster.

Need some TLC and my Dorito.

Thinking of you,

Love, and a Ghost Hug

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So, hope you enjoyed the funny poems and story. Why not give Poetweet a try if you have a Twitter handle, just for fun!

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WRITING 101 – STATS PAGE

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Today we were to look over at our blog’s stats page (I’m thinking that must be short for statistics?). Anyway, it shows all different things about our blog, such as how many views we’ve had on certain posts, what days are best to post on, etc. I don’t know why anyone besides ourselves would be interesting in reading about this. I suppose some bloggers are checking their page all the time, but for me, I don’t usually remember it’s even there. But, I did take a look today. It was like meh… whatever…I couldn’t tell much about the numbers, because numbers and I don’t mesh at all. I can’t make sense out of them. However, here’s what I saw on my stats page. Skip on down, if it’s as boring to you as it was to me. I answered a couple of other questions, too. 😉

  1. The most viewed day of all time was July 1, 2015. Why, I have no idea. The posts listed were just random ones, with poems coming in first place with 9 whole views. Woo hoo!
  2. Face Book seems to be leading something or other…not sure what that is about.
  3. Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday are good days (gets more views), then the other days are right behind, and the weekends are in last place.
  4.  I’ve written 315 posts, and have 177 followers (thank you all so much) 🙂
  5.  The posts with the most (ha-ha rhyme time) are the ones when I do challenges. Those would be the A to Z Blog Challenge (twice), The Writing 201 – Poetry Course, The Daily Post Writing 101 Course, and OctPoWriMo Poetry Challenge.

So, there you have it…my stats.

Now, there were some questions posed we could answer.

  1. If you opened up your blog and found there were 50,000 new subscribers overnight, what would you think?

I’d think something was really wrong . No…at first I would scream with joy at seeing how popular my blog had suddenly become, for no reason whatsoever.

2.  If your blog became private only, so no one could even see what you wrote, would you still write it?

Why would I write a blog, if no one could see what I wrote? Isn’t that the whole point of having a blog? I think bloggers do like a bit of attention, and like to network with others. The way to do that is to let people know and see what you write. There are lots of other places to just write on a screen, I’m sure, and it doesn’t have to be an actual blog.

No, I wouldn’t have a blog at all, if no one could see it but me. I’d be writing, for sure…I’ll never stop writing, but it would be in journals, diaries, and notebooks, the same as I still do, and have done before blogging was a thing. Writers are writers…we write no matter where, or who sees it. We have to.
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WRITING 101 – TAKE A CUE

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For yesterday’s #15 assignment, we were presented with several different prompts to use, if we wanted. One was to take a cue from our readers, as to what suggestions they may have had to write about. I didn’t get any answers. So, that being the case, there were several quotes and prompts we could use, and what we thought of them.

I chose to combine two of these to elaborate on.

  1. Have you received a message in a fortune cookie that moved you?
  2. Describe a life-changing experience with a book.

I had a fortune cookie message one time, that I stuck up on my refrigerator. It stayed on there for a long time. I still have it somewhere, but I’d taken all the magnets and slips of paper, pictures, and cartoons off, when we had to get a new refrigerator. I can’t remember where I put them, though. Anyway, the message said: “Tap into your imagination, it provides interesting results”.

I sure believe that to be true. It works for everyone, of course, but I think especially for writers. If we didn’t tap into our imaginations, there wouldn’t be many unique stories out there for people to read.

Which brings me to the second prompt, about the book. What life-changing experience did I have? Since reading that one book, I started writing more and more, using my imagination for all types of writing projects, but one specific one that’s lasted years. I’m happy to say that’s pretty life-changing.

The book is “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. I read it when it first came out, back in 1992, and there probably hasn’t been a day I haven’t thought about it since. It had everything I like to read about in a book…wonderful characters, horror, paranormal, funny parts, and serious subjects. I hated when I was finished reading it, and it was over. There was a sort of sequel, though, with mentions of the characters, and more added for this second book by the same author, “Drawing Blood”.

So, not wanting either of them to end, I used my imagination to continue the stories, in my own way…I wrote fan-fiction, combining them both.

Another thing all this caused me to do, was start a blog for the first time. I wanted to write my fan-fiction there, for others to hopefully read. So far I’ve posted 221 episodes/installments of it. It’s called “Two Souls: Into the Fire”. Check it out if you’d like. 2013 … http://ghostmmnc.blogspot.com (in the side menu of the blog choose 2013 to go to the first post of this)

In the end, I’d say my imagination has been occupied and challenged for quite a while, and it’s been fun.

Why not tap into your imagination. It will provide interesting results.

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HOPPING FOR MY LIFE

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We are to write about what happens in a single day (or hour). It can be fiction, non-fiction, memoir, or whatever you want. This is mine…and it is a true story.

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HOPPING FOR MY LIFE

I’ve always been uncoordinated and a bit of a klutz. This day was no exception.

It was in the summertime, and the family was out in the back yard. My dad was doing yard work, and my mom had walked with my aunt to the front yard. My aunt was going home, but they’d stopped to chat a bit longer out by her car.

My sister and I were playing still, in the back. I don’t remember how old I was, but probably before I was 10 years old. We had a couple of pretty white ducks that roamed around the grass, eating weeds, and bugs, and whatever else ducks do. They had a little shed for their shelter, in a corner of the yard. They had both gone in there, because I imagine I was chasing them around to catch one.

I remember crawling on hands and knees, in the patchy grass/dirt there by the little shed. I was reaching in to try and get one of the ducks, when I felt something painful on the top of my foot…the part that was touching the ground. I didn’t think much of it, but then I looked down. There was blood everywhere, and it was actually squirting up in the air, pulsing with each of my heartbeats. I must have cut an artery. (I checked…there is an artery running across the top of your foot)

I started screaming, but I don’t remember it hurting at all. Just the sight of all that blood was freaking me out. I wanted my mama, and I knew she was out in the front yard, so I began hopping…hopping on the ‘good’ foot…all the way through the house, and out the front door, screaming and bleeding all the way. I’m sure my dad was right behind me, but I wasn’t stopping.

Somehow, they took me back inside, put me in the bath tub, and wrapped a towel around my foot to stop the bleeding. I do remember the walls being splattered, again and again, with the pulses, and it dripping down. Next, I remember being in the car, sitting in mom’s lap, and dad was driving really fast to the emergency room at the hospital. I don’t know why they decided to take me in the car, instead of calling an ambulance. Maybe because we lived a ways out, and they thought it would be quicker.

Next, I remember sitting up on the examining table at the hospital. The doctor was stitching me up. He’d put some kind of numbing solution on the cut, so I didn’t feel it hurting, just a funny sensation of the thread, or whatever he used, going through my skin, as I watched.

That is all I remember of that hour or so in the day. I still have the scar…and, my life.

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DEAR DIARY … SEPTEMBER 12 – 24, 1961

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DEAR DIARY … SEPTEMBER 12 – 24, 1961

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Dear Diary,

I played.

I went to school.

Mama had a permenet (home permanent for her hair)

N (aunt) came over.

B (aunt) did to. (too)

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Dear Diary,

I went to school.

J (cousin) came over.

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Dear Diary,

I went to school.

I played.

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Dear Diary,

I went to school. I played.

I went to the show.

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Dear Diary, 17th – 22nd

I went to school.

I played.

&

I went to town

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Dear Diary, 23rd

I played.

P (sister) spent the night with N (aunt)

She is going to go next door tomorrow to church.

We went to town.

We went to Under Woods * (Underwood’s – a BBQ restaurant)

We got some food.

We ate at home.

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Dear Diary,

I played. Mother and I went rideing (riding)

We went to B’s (aunt)

I stayed and ate dinner.

I played.

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*Underwood’s was a local restaurant that featured BBQ brisket, potato salad, beans, and cherry cobbler. The food was so good, and we went almost every Friday night. Sad to say, it is not here anymore, but people still talk about it.

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WRITING 101 … VIGNETTE

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Today we were to write in the style of a vignette. This is a collection of brief scenes, possibly from different viewpoints, that all tie into the same theme of the piece.

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I AM…

I am the paper

I am the blank screen

I live to be used

Use me

Just write…

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I am your muse

I am your imagination

I am here to serve you

Use me

Just write…

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I am a writer

I own the paper and blank screen

I am the owner of my mind

Use them

Just write…

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WRITING 101 … PLAY WITH WORD COUNT

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For day # 12, we are supposed to write to a specific word count, trying to make it a bit different than our usual posts. So, if we usually write a long post, we should try to do a short one, and if we usually write a short post, we should try to write longer. Or we could alter an already written piece to reflect this, if we want to.

Anyway, I think most of mine are usually medium to long, so I am trying a 50-word count piece. I’m no stranger to the short, micro-fiction type of writing, as I do the Friday Phrases over on Twitter every week. You can only write a story/phrase within the confines of a 140-character tweet. Those are lots of fun to do. Here then, is my 50 word story…

NIGHT FLIGHT

Winter looms. They fly in under cover of a dark night in Autumn. The midnight moon casts shadows on the silvery pond far below. Silent stars guide them from above. Hundreds of their kind circle gracefully into the water, murmuring relief. Their southward journey is complete. The geese have arrived.

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WRITING 101 … WRITING AND NOT WRITING

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For Writing 101 today, the eleventh day of the course, we are asked to write about what we do when we’re not actually writing. That sounds funny, doesn’t it? Well, I thought about it, and that took awhile. Then I wrote some ideas down, which took awhile longer. Then, I wrote down some lists of things I do, when not writing. The lists became very long. So, I started over,

Now, I do lots of things when I’m not writing. There’s the usual household chores that have to be taken care of, and visits with family, are always fun and entertaining. I’m sure most everyone is the same with these activities.

So, back to the lists. What is it that I really do, if not actively writing? It seems all I do makes me think of writing, and writing down ideas of what to write about, while I’m doing all these other fun things.

Is that it? Is everything I do just an idea generator? I’m beginning to think so, because while I’m doing the other things, I’m planning in my head how to write about whatever it is I’m doing.

Well, the lists got too long. The rabbit hole of ideas got twisted with trails and paths, leading to more ideas, and if I’d have kept it up, this could have gone on all day…the thinking and writing part. Then, I’d never get around to posting it, and if I did actually post it, it would take anyone forever to read it, and you’d probably get bored of all my crazy ideas, and how they came to be.

Now, I just need to stop. I want to read what you’ve written. But, y’all have such good blog posts, it gives me more ideas to write about.

Aiii…it’s a never ending cycle, isn’t it? Or, maybe it’s just me. ADHD will do that to me. So many ideas and distractions coming at me from all sides, so I’m overwhelmed by them, and I freeze, doing nothing but daydreaming about it all. Either that, or I write long stream of conscience monologues to get it all out. The well is never empty…always more gushing in.

Whew…so, let me list a few of my favorite ‘other than writing’ activities:

  1. Art – painting pictures in acrylic on canvas and rocks, drawing Zentangles and Zia, with markers and pen, in my sketch books
  2. Music – listening to CDs (the Eagles), and practicing my guitar
  3. Reading – all the books…all types
  4. Yard sales – like a treasure hunt
  5. Shopping – for books and clothes at thrift stores
  6. Making jewelry – stringing beads
  7. Playing with cats – they’d rather sleep
  8. Watching TV – reality shows
  9. Going out to eat – yum
  10. People watching – wherever I go, lots of ideas

So, there you have it. I do a little bit of everything, but mostly it all comes back to writing all the words.

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In honor of this day, the International Day of Peace

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