Sow what? Stream of Consciousness Saturday


I know this is a little late, but here it’s still Saturday.

Stream of Consciousness prompt is here.


“So,” said Sam. He pulled his straw hat from his head and wiped his sweaty brow before replacing it back on his head. “Are you going to sow those seeds this morning? It’s getting pretty hot out there.”

Rebecca rocked back and forth in the old rocking chair on the front porch and looked up at her husband. She smiled lovingly and sighed. She held up the blue plaid shirt that lay across her lap. “I will sow those seeds today,” she poked her finger up through a small hole in the shirt, “but first I have your shirt to sew.”



Frustration, Fear – Hope

I don’t immerse myself in the politics of other countries nor do I normally voice my opinion about such things. However, these days I find my frustration and fear growing every time I turn on the TV. As much as I don’t want to watch I can’t help but be curious. Unfortunately, I have yet to see or read anything to put my mind at ease.

When I’d first heard Donald Trump was running, I laughed a little. I thought surely it was a joke and believed he wouldn’t get far, but a very small, curious side of me wondered what would happen if he did become president. However, at the time, I really thought the possibility was small and my thought was just that – a thought – and nothing would come of it. I believed most would clearly see his narcissistic tendencies (if researched, an opinion of many – psychologists included) and that his ideas, proposals (whatever you want to call them) posed a threat. After all if I could see it, surely the majority of voters could too.

I was completely boggled, gobsmacked, and stunned when he actually became the Republican Presidential Nominee. I couldn’t believe he’d gone that far, but I still had hope. And while I understood there were many who felt neither nominee was fit for the job, I hoped they would vote for what was deemed by some as the lesser of two evils. Surely voters would come to their senses and not allow this joke to go any further. That small, curious side of me was silenced.

I was frustrated, shocked, and angry when he won the presidential election. All I thought was how could this happen when the whole world, the – whole – world, thought it was a bad idea.

I am concerned, fearful, and still angry. This morning’s news about the protests at airports due to Trump’s immigration ban did not help. I tried not to watch and eventually left the room because it frustrated me. I then read some tweets from voters who now regret their choice and I shook my head. With tweets like “stop worrying about your ego and focus on the country”,  I couldn’t help but wonder what it is about narcissism that wasn’t understood? I  want to say you made your bed, now lie in it to those who regret their choice.  I want to say you have no right to complain to those who didn’t make any choice.

There is a hopeful and optimistic voice in my head and heart and it whispers “it will be okay, somehow, someway, all will be right with the world again”.  I will hold on to this and I truly hope love, empathy, understanding, patience, trust, equality, compromise, and mutual respect, trumps Trump.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS – Practice


Practice makes perfect! I heard this expression a lot growing up, (that and many others).  It used to drive me crazy even though there is truth to this concept. It takes time to become really good at something, even if you’re a natural at it – you start at really good and end up great.

The only problem I have with “practice makes perfect” is that procrastination and pretext prevents me from persevering. But eventually I get back to my project and begin to make progress.

Yes, practice does make perfect (or at least better than before), you just can’t give up.

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Writerly Wednesday – A Thing of the Past?

It seems that Writerly Wednesday is no more. I have not received any prompts for the last 3 weeks so…..

Anyhow, I will concentrate more of my time participating in other writing prompts here on WordPress. I have participated in Stream of Consciousness and enjoyed it so I will try that again, so long as I remember. If you know of any other writing prompt blogs, please let me know.

Out with the Old – Happy New Year!


Another hour, another day

Another year has slipped away.


Memories were made, good and bad

Sometimes happy, sometimes sad.


2016 will soon disappear

As we greet 2017, a brand new year.


Another chance to change, another new start

Let love, joy, and peace flood your heart.


Happy New Year everyone. May peace, love, and joy follow you wherever you go.

Writerly Wednesday – Don’t Put off Until Tomorrow What Can Be Done Today


My laptop beckoned as I walked by it for the umpteenth time. First, it was the laundry, then the dog needing her walk. When the phone rang, a sense of guilt washed over me as I stared at it sitting on the table.

I turned the kettle on for the second time that morning as my eyes darted past the waiting laptop and fell on my mug; a teabag nestled inside, ready for its dousing.

A month had gone by since I’d done anything meaningful on that computer. Procrastination and an endless supply of excuses constantly pulled me away. It was so much easier to blame my hectic schedule when really it was my uncertainty that interfered.

I sat down and pressed the power button, my mind raced with excitement and apprehension. Today I would begin again. I would not let fear take over. I had a book to write.

Flash fiction prompt provided by

Writerly Wednesday – Thinking Outside the Box


I literally changed direction with this at the very end. I hope you like it!


“This is tough.” Robert said. If they got this last clue they were sure to win the scavenger hunt.  “Any idea?” He asked his partner.

Janet studied the wall. “Nope.”

Deep wrinkles creased Robert’s forehead. “So, what’s the question?”

“Six times seven?” Janet shrugged.

“Too easy.”

“How high or long?” Janet’s eyes brightened.

Robert tilted his head and stepped back. “No.”

Janet joined him then smiled broadly. “Count the tree tops.”

Robert counted. “42,” he said.

They walked to the end of the wall and found the last tree on the other side. Robert easily spied the number painted on its trunk and searched the grounds. “Got it!” He opened the last clue and held it out to Janet. “Ready for the last question?” He smiled.

“We make a great team,” she said then read the note.

“We do.” Robert pulled a diamond ring from his pocket. “So will you?”

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