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A little upkeep is needed here, with a few announcements.
- First there are some wonderful upcoming features coming up including a review of Diane Ackerman‘s eloquent One Hundred Names For Love (May 14th) and a delightful guest piece in Your Inspirations by Barbara Chepaitis (May21th)
- I’m in the process of merging both this blog and Many Worlds, but the process is becoming far more emotionally stacked than I would like it to be. Please stop in occasionally for updates.
For the moment, please allow me to share a piece with you I’d written for the StoryDam Writing Challenge prompt this week
Spring time is about new beginnings and with new beginnings you have choices. We often are so excited to see the first days of spring turning into warmer days of outdoor fun, new projects, gardening, home improvement, new outlooks and decisions that have to be made if you want to start something new. Is there a doorway you always wanted to go through but allowed something to hold you back? What great adventure might have been waiting on the other side of that opening?
Dam Burst Prompt:
Write fiction or non-fiction, tell us what lies on the other side of the door. Will you take door number two or door number one? What magical wonders are just waiting for you to step through?
Despite writing this piece on the 30th of April, I’ve been unable to do anything with it until today…. It’s fairly raw. Still I hope you enjoy it. Sometimes life simply “is”.
Two doors… Where do they lead? Choices, choices…
A watchman stands at the door to the left. With promises of the stable life, the known life, everyone else seems eager to enter that door. Get your papers in order. The watchman–or watchwoman, depending on how you get here–deals with this every day. Just pass the information over and let him do his job.
He, or she will compare your papers to a checklist they keep. (Be careful–these guards all seem to have slightly different checklists!) It doesn’t matter what the little variation might be…. Child out of wedlock, too many job changes, a tattoo in a noticeable location… There are countless numbers of little things the guards check for.
After perhaps five strikes you have your papers handed back to you, and guard turns you from the line. There a few ways to get through the door even so. Perhaps you have a bonus supply of money or good looks or chutzpah… even talent can be used as currency to bribe the guard. If you have a surplus in some area, you still might get through. You can be one of the ones who has it all.
If you are smart, you may go over your papers on you own . Once you are in line, you’ve made you choice and unless the guard urges you out of line, you have to go through that door. You really have to mess up once you are on the other side to get sent back out to try again.
At least that’s what every one around you in line says, whispering in low, horrified voices, the sheer weight of ostracism held in each letter, each atom the air that is exhaled from their lips. They look askance at the ones that stand in line at the other door… Its blackened, muddied, peeling surface, dented and warped just enough that occasionally a whiff of “something” that doesn’t set well on your stomach escapes it. They have made it quite clear that you don’t want to enter that door.
That’s where those people go. You don’t want to be one of those people, do you? (They motion to their guard and say with pride “Why do you think we have to guard our door? Everyone wants to come in here. We have to be selective, you know.”)
And it does look so much nicer. There are flowers growing on a arbor over it. There is a light. Everything about their door is bright, clean. You once were near enough to catch the whiff of fresh clipped lawns and gentle perfumes as someone was let in.
But as you stand in the crowd, knowing that you should decide, already starting to step forward toward the door with the guard, you see someone push the other door open. This person hadn’t even considered the flowered, guarded door. He stepped out of the crowd boldly, he even seemed to smile when he got to the door and found it was stuck closed from having been warped so much. He pushed against it with all his weight, making his body into a battering ram in his determination to get through that door. And behind him, you could hear others calling to him saying “No! Please don’t do this!”
Suddenly, the door opens for him, just as the guarded door is opening for someone else, and you see inside for just the briefest moment. You see the guarded door and the rows of neat little boxes, of neat, carefully manicured grasses and faces, the sameness of it all.
Your eyes take it in in a second before you look back to the unguarded dooor as it creaks closed against the boy who has ducked into its depths. You see a multitude of colors and glaring brightness amidst devastating darkness, You hear music. You smell flowers and refuse and you hear laughter and tears.
You know that it’s all the same then. And why should you ask someone else yo judge you fit to simply “live”
We know the end result of both doors. The long term end that is. The doors all end in death. We cannot avoid it. Even if we were to try standing still and never move, we have chosen our exit from the world. And what a sad, desperate exit that is too. So what exit do we chose to use?
- Watchman (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
- Ipsden: inside the church porch Entering the 1761088 and closing the outer door behind you, it soon becomes clear that the porch does not have much in the way of illumination. Not having looked beforehand, I had to reopen the outer door so as to find the handle of the inner door. Here, we look back at the closed outer door, facing south on a bright sunny day as sunlight seeps in through gaps in the woodwork and under the door. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
- Roses along a trellis, Interbay P-Patch (community garden), Interbay neighborhood, Seattle, Washington. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Another Mini Mash-Up today… Really, it’s difficult to do anything but mash-ups when so many interesting things are going on all over the web lately. It feels really wonderful to be part of such a creative global community.
The news first:
As I noted on Tuesday, I will be hosting my very first guest blogger, Elaine Stock, who will be sharing with us those things that inspired her to write and tell stories. A writer of faith-based fiction, Elaine’s curiosity and love of people has led her to welcome writers and readers from all over the world to tell their stories. If you have the time, pop over to her page and check out some her guests. You won’t be disappointed.
Now for the fun stuff:
Flash fiction! Yep, as I posted for my recent ROW80 update, I’ve finally gotten myself back into the Swing of Things, and that means some Friday Flash Fiction. It’s not as if I’ve kept up with my flash fiction of late. No Five Minute Getaways… No random prompts… I am even behind on my Three Word Wednesday posts over at Many Worlds From Many Minds.
Well, to make up for some lost time, here is a piece of quasi-inspired writing to (hopefully) amuse you.
Chuck Wendig’s Terrible Minds blog gets a lot of traffic on Fridays because of the flash fiction challenges he posts, and normally I wouldn’t have bothered with an expired contest, but I felt a need to write a piece (albeit a week late) for Chuck’s The 10K Contest where people were supposed to write a full story of less than 100 words in five sentences.
Her footsteps creaked on the stairs as she came down slower than normal. He knew she’d heard about the shooting as soon as he saw her tear-stained face. Steeling himself, “Honey, there was a–,” he started to say. He reached out to wipe away a tear, wrapping his other arm around her, but she stiffened against the bulk of the P225 under his coat.
Refusing to give up faced with going to their son’s funeral alone, he clung to her, sobbing in her hair, “I didn’t know it was Bobby–I honestly didn’t know….”
That’s it. Not much to it, I’m afraid. There was supposed to be more, but due to technical issues I regret to inform you that those pieces have been canceled. I am endeavoring to reschedule them for a later date. 😉
It’s Flash Fiction Friday again. And it’s also the day that my very first guest blog post! If you’d like to check it out, head over to Everyone’s Story by Elaine Stock. I’d love your comments, but please don’t stop there. Elaine has wonderful guests every week, it might be worth some time to look over her past posts.
But wait! That has nothing to do with Flash Fiction. The Five Minute Getaway image that LS Engler used for her piece was lovely, but not the inspiration I needed. So I went to the I Can Haz Cheeseburger site and found this great image (and Sharon Howard chose for her own for a delightful piece you should check out) and chose this one (isn’t it AWESOME?):
Valistii grimaced as he looked over the barren expanse. Dividing the Family like this had never been his intentions, but the way things had been between his brother and he… He looked over at his wife, as she stood off by the excavating equipment, pulling the furs around her body closer. She wasn’t looking at their soon to be new home. She wasn’t looking at him. She wasn’t even looking at her children.
She was looking, as always to the north and the warm equatorial archipelago that formed his brother’s home. Their old home… Just because he couldn’t bear the thought of living there any longer didn’t mean, in her opinion, that she should have been forced o leave her home. That Valistii had been able to convince her of the move at all only. The sovereign had requested them personally as the new lord and lady of this new district.
This new district… This wasteland of ice!
Why when he was finally old enough to be the lord of anything this problem land of nothing! There were times he–
A burst of static broke through in his wrist com. |Sier! We found something!|
Valistii allowed his binoculars to fall against his chest. Something? Out here? He wobbled his way over the icy crust toward his step-son’s scout crew. “Something?” he said as he slid the last few steps.
Lir waved a hand in front of him toward the rest of the crew. “Look for yourself, Father.”
He needn’t have said so. Indeed, Valistii hardly had heard the younger man. He was too busy staring. “Méykis bless!” he whispered.
To be the Lord of such a magnificent place!
So, the first three paragraphs were the only ones that fit in the 5 minutes. New stories were just not flowing tonight. But as I wrote it did get easier… except that I still need to wake up around 6 am and it’s already 2am. 😛
I have other things I should be posting about such as updates for my Telling Tales and Bookmark Challenges. Nothing doing tonight. I’ll just leave you with a list of some wonderful Flash Fiction to enjoy. Have a great night!
- Flash Fiction Friday – Living under the sea (showard76.wordpress.com)
- Flash Fiction Friday – February 10, 2012 – The Offering #FFF (lindalulong.wordpress.com)
- Flash Fiction Friday #4 (kendeldavi.wordpress.com)
- Flash Fiction Friday – Crawling (thedailywoman.wordpress.com)
- Friday Flash Fiction (on Friday, Even!) (shanjeniah.wordpress.com)
It’s Friday. I looked over the Flash Fiction options today and my eyes just glazed over and my brain …which is set on some temperature well over 100 degrees at the moment… just stopped. So, I’ll forward on the lovely prompt that L.S.Engler posted for her Five Minute Getaway piece. I’m going to give you the link for Chuck Wendig’s frighteningly detailed assignment for this week. I’m going to apologize to myself (and Albert) for not even trying to start the Flash Fiction February challenge.
And I’ll send you over to my writing process blog Many Worlds From Many Minds for the opening of a story line I’ve played with for some time.
I am also putting out a request for guest bloggers. The topic will be “What Inspires Me”… The posts don’t have to be writing related only. In fact, I’d be delighted if they were not. We’re all far more than the accumulation of our words. Contact me via email at mouse(at)sff(dot)net or @Kymele on Twitter if you would be interested.
Hopefully tomorrow after some sleep I will feel energized enough to finish my photography posts (at least one of them).
Oh, and to add silliness to more silliness… I’m adding yet another online challenge to my list of to “get done”s. This one, of course works wonderfully between the two other reading challenges I’m involved in: 50/50/Me and Telling Tales 2012. I’m not sure I could pull it off well if it didn’t. This one is called The Bookmark Break Challenge. It’s to encourage me to finish all those half-red books I was enjoying then got sidetracked from for some strange reason. You should check it out and spend a bit of time looking over Aubrie Anne’s earlier posts. She has some amazing tidbits hiding in there.
I have a confession to make. I stood up a dear friend today. I didn’t mean to. I was supposed to go over to his house and hang out with the people in his Changling LARP that is being held at his house (at this minute still at 9:45pm). Instead, I ended up spending the whole evening writing and posting pages here. Read the rest of this entry »
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. Read the rest of this entry »
I’m celebrating today. It’s the one week anniversary of me finishing something. And that in itself is an accomplishment.
Today I can say “yes” I actually made my word count for National Novel Writing Month and also still managed some random journal entries, note taking, even reading and life. In fact, life found many ways of distracting me from the 50,000 word goal, and without an insane push, I wouldn’t have made it (though now, I am ready for that 30,000 word weekend that Dee posted on Facebook last year since I manged 12,000 last Tuesday to make my NaNoWriMo goal). But the pressure was good for me because it finally forced my internal editor to take a (mini-)vacation. This is something I’d never quite achieved with things such as my handwritten work or my 750words.com writings. I did let go more or less with 750 Words (though in a different manner, since they were most often me ranting into the keyboard –not all that useful for my novel writing), but it wasn’t the same. Read the rest of this entry »