Taking on the World; World Scores
Posted January 15, 2012on:
I’ve been feeling somewhat overwhelmed of late these past few weeks. But it’s a good thing actually.
Recently I’ve become more “interactive” rather than “reactive” to the online community. Though it’s at the moment taking up more of my time than I like, I’m sure that with practice and some better tools (after many had suggested it, I did install Tweetdeck the other day, TY Kristen Lamb), with some trimming and pruning, with some creativity and work, not only will this all work, but it will work well.
Until then, I’m a little down and out of late.
The weather outside right now is lovely but so frigid that I am extra inspired to stay put and not do much. It makes being the “crazy cat lady” on my road useful. No matter what, I know there is a furry half-feral outside the back door twice a day depending on me for a supplement to his hunting efforts. And probably more, though at the moment, I’m afraid they are being chased away by our neighbor’s little yap dogs (I’m not categorically against dogs; I am against unattended dogs that try to intimidate my son in his own yard–especially as it keeps Marcus from wanting to play outside).
There have been some wonderful things going on of late. Through the ROW80 community of writers, I have found some amazing blogs online as well as challenge upon challenge to tickle my adventurous streak. Today, thanks Alberta at Alberta Reads, I now know about the Telling Tales Challenge 2012. It looks deliciously tasty, and I will be signing up this evening. Yep, another challenge… But I can do this with my other challenges; it merely focuses my choices for the 50/50/Me a bit more.
And through the ROW80 blog hop, little delights that have always attracted me seem to be appearing out of the woodwork saying “Look! See how awesome this is?”
This week’s best example is the pieces I found on Ryukyu Glass
Why did this interest me? Why do people find anything interesting? I’ve always loved glass, stained glass, colored glass, patterns of light and color… One of my favorite places to go is the Corning Glass museum. It’s one of the reasons I love going into churches, especially old churches with huge stained glass rosettes. Even old abandoned churches (some people who know me would say especially old abandoned churches) where the glass is gone and all remains is a wooden outline draw me to them. I look at these old beauties and wonder what the design looked like, how they had been removed… did the colorful shards tinkle down like a cascade of gems one day? Was the window sold off to a collector, to another church? Is it still there, hidden from the rest of the world? And why?
Really. Stories DO abound. Another result of the extra blogging was the added inspiration to try out some flash fiction pieces. To people who do these regularly, it probably seems silly to say that trying something like this scared the heck out of me. But something clicked this week and I not only tried one, I went for a second one this morning.
The first I found through
Originally, there were three smaller pieces vying for the spotlight today, but checking into Facebook one of my fellow ROWers, Sharon Howard, posted her piece for another ROWer L.s.Engler’s Five Minute Flash Fiction Challenge. And, I succumbed to the “shiny factor” and tried it. The piece actually took 5min 30s, and it’s raw, but it’s a start.
The wall that had once fallen clear and clean, now hung fell white, blue, red and brown with trapped silt and debris… dead. What insanity made us come here today? This glacial mass wasn’t pretty–it was intimidating.
But the kids wanted to climb the waterfall, and this was the time to do it. Climbing water. I’d laughed when I’d first heard the idea. I should have guessed that our young children, the oldest just over ten, inspired by the world and not yet defeated by its reality would find a way. I had demurred when they’d suggested this chilly hike, saying that if it’s ice, does that really count as water? But my son, and Dee’s pair too, would not be deterred.
So here were were… slipping and sliding in the not-quite frozen muck, wondering if we’d finally hit that rock that in warmer climes we’d know was ready to just slide down into the creek below us.
“Mom! See, it’s not all ice!” shouted Dee’s son. And, with careful preparation, the three young people, set down their packs on the smooth ice-filled pool that had circled the pond. They suited up in their safety gear with more ease and familiarity than their mothers.
Dee glanced over to me with a red-cheeked smile. “I told you they would find a way, sis.”
So there you are. Flash fiction number one. Not sure if it’s good enough as it is, or if I’d like to develop it further.
The next piece is much smaller and more focused. The rules are here at Chuck Wendig’s TerribleMinds blog.
When Kat cornered me in the pantry clutching armloads of seeds to my chest, she screeched for help. Thoughts of my wife and hungry children at home drove me and, unable to see better odds for escape, I darted between Kat’s legs as fast as–THUNK! Seeds flew from my cheeks as I felt something tear and then pain rising up from my back foot, but I didn’t stop running until I reached the comforting darkness of home.
Between these two pieces, I feel a sense of having done something toward my writing goals. And the Five Minute piece had an added bonus of being so free form. I can’t say I’m suddenly all psyched up to write more, but I’m willing to try again.
Links that inspired me:
Firstly, for the joy they brought, let me thank Viansa Blake for directing me first to Celine Shinbutsu’s page were I found this nifty little post on Ryukyu glass. And not knowing what it was, I searched, spent some time here admiring the photos… The rest is history!
Another very cool blog by Warren Stokes
Wonderful art work (I confess, I’m a BIG fan of mazes and similar puzzles, and these are superb.)
And this was just funny…
Have a wonderful Martin Luther King Day. Have a wonderful weekend as well.