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Daily scribbles on writing and living. How to get rid of cobwebs in my brain. CLOSED. |
I am over the moon with joy this morning, as I got an anonymous gift from a co-writer on WdC. I can set up a blog for the coming three months since someone paid for an upgrade. If you ever read this Anonymous One, thank you so much! Many thanks to "Request An Upgrade From RAOK" ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() I have to think about this for a moment. Don't want to rush it, don't want to solely vent or underestimate the value of a daily blog for my writing. So I will carefully try to explore what it will bring me. “All my life, my heart has sought a thing I cannot name. Remembered line from a long-forgotten poem” ― Hunter S. Thompson, Hell's Angels: A Strange and Terrible Saga When I was a teenager, my little brother stole my journal out of my bedroom and read it. I was so disappointed and mad about his action, I destroyed my writing and have been struggling with the concept of conveying my inner thoughts ever since. So, I will send my daily scribbles to the world. On How to get rid of cobwebs in my brain. To let in some air and rejoice. For another clumsy attempt at writing, check out "All fingers and thumbs " ![]() I am a Rising Star from ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Comments, scribbles, and notes welcome! ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Thanks, 🌕 HuntersMoon ![]() Note ▼ |
** Image ID #2099018 Unavailable ** ![]() ![]() ![]() I was 15 when I had my first real boyfriend. He was a very handsome Indonesian-European boy, a so called Indo, who could play guitar, tennis, and draw cartoons. He was 18 at the time. He broke up after 1 ½ years or so stating I was a little bit cold (meaning I wouldn’t sleep with him, only kiss) and since I wasn’t prepared for it I was devastated. I cried the whole summer and wrote into my diary. But I got passed it and when I saw him again from time to time I was my old self and not interested in him any longer, which felt good. After 3 months into the breakup he showed up again wanting me back. He manipulated me into the new relationship by convincing me he would kill himself if I didn’t take him back. I believed him and we started over. I felt awful and very much responsible for his well being. Of course this didn’t work and in about two months I broke up with him. |
** Image ID #2099018 Unavailable ** ![]() October is the month that it’s suddenly colder. We’ve had a beautiful Indian summer. Yesterday I was with family at the port of Hook of Holland, were you can see our industry and a beautiful skyline of Rotterdam, our main port. It was a wonderful sunny day at the beach, very agreeable. I think the last sunny day since the weather forecast is predicting colder weather. But I like October with its crackling dead leaves under the trees and its beautiful colors. ![]() When I was in college I came across Zen meditation, where we practiced Zazen, sitting in Zen. A meditation form where you sit on a cushion, focus on a point ahead and focus on your breathing in and out, and counting. Every time you think something, you stop counting and start anew, still breathing in and out. It is an exercise to let all thoughts pass you by without going into the thoughts. So your mind is blank, you are one with your breathing. It is very difficult at first, but if you practice you notice you can shut out your thoughts in a way. Day SEVENTY NINE "Give It 100!" ![]() |
** Image ID #2099018 Unavailable ** ![]() No, we don’t have a similar day like Columbus Day or Indigenous Day. We have however a very bitter national dispute going on over Sinterklaas, celebrated on December 5 as a child’s fun day with the old white bearded Sinterklaas and his black helpers, called Pete’s are gifting gifts through the chimney. A sort of a thin Santa Claus. The dispute is about his black helpers. Some say this is racist because it is a white Sinterklaas and always black Pete’s. It reminds people of the slavery period. I don’t agree on that one, I think it’s just a child’s game and very much folklore in our country. But if everyone wants colored Pete’s instead of black ones, that’s fine by me. The dispute has gotten very ugly for some reason, with a lot of hate mails to both camps and demonstrations with people being picked up by the police. Day SEVENTY EIGHT "Give It 100!" ![]() |
![]() ![]() ![]() I’ve always wondered why I couldn’t get along with my late mother. I loved her very much, no doubt about that, but we never hit it off, we never became friends or intimate in our behavior. There always was a brick wall between us and I’ve hated her for that in my teens. Later, ofcorse, my relationship with her normalized but never was what it could have been. One day she told me the reason why, although we never spoke about it ever after that, and I am not sure till this day if she fully comprehended the impact of what she revealed to me at that particular time. My parents stayed with each other till the end but were very abusive to one another. They fought and quarreled every day as long as could remember. So their relationship was very bad. It was the time when my father was in the hospital, having a heart attack and getting treatment for it in my city Leyden. Because my mother wanted to visit every day she stayed over at my place for that period of time. We got to talking to each other, something we had never done before, not really. So she suddenly said to me that she was contemplating about getting a divorce. And I was like: really, at this moment in time, now that he is needing you the most to take care of him because he is sick? Why now? Why not done it years ago like I always was reminding her of that option over the years as she was constantly complaining to me about how bad their relationship was. Why now?! For goodness sake, that’s a rotten thing to do: leave a person while he is fighting for his life in hospital. Mind you, she threatened my father often to leave him, had the papers in her drawer, but never used them. And she was like: yeah, I got pregnant from you when we were engaged so many years ago, but it was during rape in the marriage. And I was like: HUH! I am a product of rape? No wonder she has always disliked me in a way, I could feel that as a child ofcorse, but I never could point the finger at it as to what it was that made her not love me. Now I knew. She never left him ofcorse, she and I never spoken about it ever again, but from that day on I was aware of the reason why she probably could not love me properly, I was the product of a bad encounter with her soon-to -be husband and she was reminded of that fact witnessing me every day in my youth. I felt deeply moved and was feeling very sorry for her. It only was years later I suddenly reminded myself I could feel sorry for this for myself as well. It’s not a good feeling knowing your own mother has reservations from the day I was born. I know now why I never felt welcome. I never told my father about this, it didn’t seem appropriate to do so. They both are gone now, so I have to deal with this notion myself. Can’t really talk about it with anybody so I thought to vent it here. It’s not that it bothers me at this stage in my life, but I am glad I know why my mother and I didn’t get along very well. She even asked my forgiveness at her death bed, I was there when she passed away. I like to think it was because of this. I forgave her ofcorse! She had to deal with lots of issues, one being a survivor from a Japanese war camp in World War 2. There is always some pain to deal with in life. I am just dealing with mine. ![]() |
I have a not so good weekend, am procrastinating the things in the house I have to do with great urgency, like doing those fricking dishes. I so do dislike that chore! ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() I am very enthusiastic about WdC, but that is a given! Furthermore I am enthusiastic when people behave like they care about things. I love commitment in people; it makes me happy they found something worthwhile. I am very enthusiastic about good poetry. I am an absolute beginner at writing poems in the English language and to fully grasp someone else their efforts to create great poetry is mind blowing to me. It makes me want to jump around and be creative myself. I love enthusiasm in others as well in myself. Without it Life is bland and gray, with it you feel alive and kicking. It is true magic and there should be more of it! ![]() I have a friend who does that and I am not fully appreciative of that fact. Usually I am like: thank you so much but I haven’t got the time to read it anyway. Also she has a completely different taste as to what I like and want to read, so her choice is usually not mine. It is very difficult to explain taste in reading and writing to people who are not writers or poets themselves. Like I definitely don’t like those self-help books. I understand the significance and all and there are millions who read it but I am not one of them. I think it’s because I grew up being a scholar and a scientist and those self-help books are all about the rule of thumb in every day practice. Very helpful probably if you are in some sort of crisis, but not for me. My best friend loves those books. So we differ on that. As we differ on a great many things, but she is still my best friend and I am very fond of her. Day SEVENTY SEVEN "Give It 100!" ![]() |
** Image ID #2099018 Unavailable ** Hello, Cancer aka Death, I am writing this to you, Cancer, in the stage where there is no cancer (yet). You only scared me last year because there were some irregularities in my right breast. After careful extra X-rays and a biopsy, they found nothing was wrong. So I got away with it. Pff. I dodged the bullet. I was so relieved because the mere thought of having breast cancer scared the living daylights out of me for a whole month. This year there was again an invitation letter for a bi-annual checkup. I thought I was brave enough to go, but I wasn’t and have postponed the appointment three times. I just canceled my next appointment today but have one now for next week. So what is the gain so far? I have to go in the end, haven’t I? The reason I am scared shitless is that I made up my mind as to what to do in case I have cancer. I am NOT going to have chemo, that’s for sure, and I am not sure at all about the surgery either. I am living alone with no social network to rely on for my daily needs. I just don’t feel right about having chemo since my late mother had it for her (lung) cancer and a friend of mine had it for her (cervix) cancer. They both were very sick because of chemo and died anyway although they might have gained two years at the most. I am just not up to the sickness and devastation chemo can cause, I am that of a chicken. That means, Cancer, if I have you it will be my death sentence since chemo is out of the question. Leaving surgery as the next best thing, but I didn’t allow myself to think about that option yet. Maybe there is no need to, but I am writing this letter anyway since it is a good thing to be aware of my options, so I come more or less prepared. Can you ever prepare yourself for this? I am not sure you can! I now know why I postponed that last appointment. I was busy honoring Oldwarrior ![]() Anyway, I have a whole weekend to think about you messing up my life without even knowing if there is something wrong with me. In a way, you already dictate my life, which is not good at all. So I write this letter, venting, and allowing myself to really think things over since I am usually a chicken and an ostrich who sticks her head into the sand. I just wished I could wish this away, but I can’t. I have to woman up and face the truth next Tuesday. I hope I’ll be ready by then! I’ll keep my fingers crossed! Word count: 497 Won 3rd place
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![]() I never ever read romance stories although I sometimes like to watch the stories of Daniella Steel that are on screen. In my teen years I read a lot of those romantic novels that you could trade in on markets here. I read a lot then but nothing has stuck so I honestly can’t answer this prompt very well. The best romance story I ever read would be probably Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. I loved it that they were in love and had trouble because of it due to their families. Other than that I don’t like to read about it, don’t know exactly why not. I sometimes watch Romantic comedy on television, that’s a genre that I sometimes like. I watched Pretty Woman several times, a story I really loved. About this sympathetic hooker who meets a business man and spends the week with him. Great story come to think about it and the two actors Richard Gere and Julia Roberts were awesome! ![]() We never have storms or hurricanes in The Netherlands so I would be at a loss here preparing for one. I have a flashlight in the house and that’s about it. If the electricity is down or I wouldn’t have any water what would I do? And I have a dog, how would I prepare for that if I can’t walk him several times a day? So I would evacuate immediately with my dog. Probably go to my stepmom’s house since she is the only one who can take guests, or go to a friend’s place in town. That’s about the best I can come up with. I am on the second floor in my building, so I would hope that is a safe place to be. I hope everybody in Florida (and Haiti for that matter) is going to be safe from hurricane Matthew. I know Dave Day SEVENTY SIX "Give It 100!" ![]() |
I never knew him, Oldwarrior ![]() I found this on the Web and thought I share it with you. http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/pontotoc-progress/obituary.aspx?n=eugene-ladnie... In memoriam Old Warrior, may you find peace and beautiful stories to tell in Heaven.
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![]() What a delightful prompt! I think falling in love is the best. It makes people happy. All the stuff that comes after it can make it difficult but the actual state of falling in love is great. So I would kiss as many as possible, spreading joy and happiness around the world. In this day and age I would say I attach a kiss to my mail, or maybe attach it to a trinket here at WdC ![]() Shakespeare knew. He said something similar in his play, Venus and Adonis. “Like a red morn that ever yet betokened, Wreck to the seaman, tempest to the field, Sorrow to the shepherds, woe unto the birds, Gusts and foul flaws to herdmen and to herds.” Day SEVENTY FIVE "Give It 100!" ![]() |
![]() In order not to invite or promote the visit of ghosts and vampires in my tower of writing I clip on a brooch with special powers, put strings of bitter garlic on the walls and start to evade the question of abrasive poets. We can’t be nice all the time to everyone, now can we? ![]() I know nothing or very little about sewing cloths and stuff. In my youth I made some trousers from very upbeat and colorful fabric, but that was a long time ago. I admire it when people make their own clothing or artwork of fabric, but I don’t have the time or inclination for it. I do like beautiful fabric though, especially from Indonesia, India or Peru. They have beautiful rich colors and are a feast to the eyes. But I buy those things in shops or market places. ![]() Day SEVENTY FOUR "Give It 100!" ![]() |
![]() My sister, who is a Buddhist, would say: Throw it into the Universe and the Universe will answer. Expectation generates things to happen that is for sure. It leads to a chain reaction that sometimes is what you’d expect. But Life can also be very surprising indeed. I find living or flying by the seat of my pants very appealing since that entails more surprises, but ignorance has its side effects too. You can become a toy in Life’s game and we won’t want that either. ![]() Since the past ten years I live inside my comfort zone, partly because I like it and it is convenient, partly because I can protect myself that way. But stepping outside your comfort zone is sometimes necessary to give Life renewed energy and oomph. It can shake things up and cause new things to emerge. Taking on this new librarian job I had an interview for today will hopefully provide that for me. I am craving for something new in my life, so I am expecting a lot from it. Also at WdC I am experimenting with different genres to write which is outside my comfort zone and I am having a lot of fun. Day SEVENTY THREE "Give It 100!" ![]() |
![]() Sarcasm is the use of irony to mock or convey contempt. It is therefore another form of humor. I have never written a sarcastic character since I think irony, humor and such are very difficult to master, in real life as well as in writing. If not mastered well it becomes all too soon nasty and not nice. Some people use it to conceal insults in a ‘funny’ way, usually not funny at all. Then the mood changes quickly from agreeable to downright uneasy and contemptuous. I usually stay away from sarcasm. However, when mastered it can be very funny. ![]() I think that it is very astonishing that the human race usually tends to follow rules. If not it would be kind of a mess. And societies functions because people are compliant with the rules. Billions of people go to work every day, think about that, in itself that is astonishing. But the great things of the world are created because some individuals dare to do things different from the rules. Because they think outside the box they become audacious and new things see light. So I tend to say that both makes the human race interesting. Day SEVENTY TWO "Give It 100!" ![]() |
![]() I can’t remember much before the age of eleven, I think I blocked out the lot, but what I do remember is that I always, like ALWAYS was reading. Day SEVENTY ONE "Give It 100!" ![]() |
![]() I wouldn’t know really since there are not that many happy people in my life. Happy is too strong a word to describe their well being. In Europe we tend to express less happiness as in other parts of the world I sometimes think. As if we are gloomier than the rest of the world. I associate happiness with Americans for some reason. They seem to be happier than people in my immediate surroundings. Happiness has to do with feeling lucky and being in control of your life. Of having a place where you belong and you have set your boundaries to keep yourself happy. I inspire my own happiness when I am in the flow of writing and am losing all counts of time, than I am feeling happy. Happy creating something that didn’t exist prior. ![]() When humanity has to leave earth to live on the moon, you panic. Nobody knows that you are a Moonbeam. Day SEVENTY "Give It 100!" ![]() |
![]() Years ago I was beaten up and harassed by a criminal family. I wrote a winning poem about it "PREVAIL" ![]() Curiosity killed the cat. Write about what the cat was investigating... *PawPrints* *PawPrints* *PawPrints* *PawPrints*(BC) Awesome that FiveSixer is joining Blog City next to 30-Day Blogging Challenge. His prompts are always good for a thought provoking entry. Proverb: being inquisitive about other people's affairs may get you into trouble. The proverbial cat was investigating the meaning of life. In doing so he listened to what people said to each other. This eavesdropping got him into trouble. They let the dog out on him and he was chased into the woods never to be seen again. ![]() One of those days in the life of WakeUpAndLive️~scary 2024 Day SIXTY NINE "Give It 100!" ![]() |
![]() The Ode Less Traveled, Unlocking The Poet Within, by Stephen Fry. I ordered this paperback after referral from Christopher Roy Denton Onion soup, French style. The Hague, The Netherlands, city of Peace and Justice. |
![]() I like Motivational Monday because of the quotes. I don’t like War Chest Wednesday much, since they come from a pool and sometimes they have been used recently. If I would change it I would change it to something about the writing process itself. Weary Writing Wednesday. A question or a comment on the writing process be it plot, setting, character development or anything that comes to mind. Or about the different genres of writing. How do you make a good romance story, or a good suspense story? I would love to read others about those subjects. ![]() The first car I owned was together with my then boyfriend. I had trouble passing the exam, theory was always a hit but practice was a real disaster, I passed after the fourth time!! It had cost me a fortune I can tell you. My boyfriend and I had a green Skoda. We trade this in for a Ford Escort and later a Ford Taunus. After I split with him my very first car I owned at my own was a black Honda Civic with the possibility of an open roof. I loved that small car. I had a big yellow smile sticker (they were hot in the 70ties and 80ties) at the driver‘s door. A very outspoken sight. I can’t recall I gave the car a name. But it was definitely a ‘him’. ![]() I am a bit ambivalent about this prompt. Good neighbors are a blessing, but I am not that fond about meddling neighbors so they have to be kept at a distance. I like to greet them, talk to them if there is time and help out if there is a need to. But other than that the best neighbor is the invisible neighbor. I don’t mind living sounds, I live in the city so noises are always there, but I hate it when they play loud music or quarrel a lot in public. My direct neighbors don’t do that but I had a young couple living across the street always fighting each other. Those girls were very bad for each other, the police visited very often because there was always something the matter. They moved eventually and now it’s quiet in the street again. I love quiet! Day SIXTY SEVEN "Give It 100!" ![]() |
I just want to write in my blog. I never do that anymore because of the prompts, but I thought this was an excellent occasion, namely…there is nothing happening at all in my personal life and I am kinda bored tonight. So here goes… I am on this site for only four months ![]() ![]() ![]() So far I have given 246 Public Reviews, given 9 Merit Badges, reacted on 800 Forum Posts, did 2 Interactive Chapters, and 7 Product Reviews. I accumulated 60 Merit Badges myself. I am busy with short stories and poetry and have four blogs with two real active ones and two just on the side. I have met some wonderful people on the site of which I will name one: SB Musing ![]() Of course there are more people to mention: Marci Missing Everyone ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() I have to thank all of them. They made my time thus far a great one. And I am not planning on leaving yet, this site has become literally my second home. So that makes me in debt to The StoryMaster ![]() ![]() Since entering I have found my Muse again, she was in hiding for a long period of time but now she is back. And I hope she is here to stay for good. I really love it here. ![]() |
![]() In my apartment block there are a total of six households. I am very lucky with my neighbors since they are all friendly and nice people. We greet each other, talk to one and other and help when necessary. My neighbor next door died a few weeks ago and I am a little bit anxious as to who is coming to live next door. In my (rough) neighborhood there can be very anti-social people who make a lot of noise and create mayhem. Since I am lucky with my neighbors for the past ten years I hope there will come a nice family or a couple. But I have to wait and see. Above me there is a Muslim family of seven. I never hear them, apart from normal living sounds, and they are all very nice. If something is the matter we can discuss things. It is all very harmonious and pleasant. I hope that will continue. ![]() I should be somewhat worried after one month, the skill hasn’t shown yet. I think I should examine his or her surrounding and the people closest better. Are there no clues in family structure, friendships, behavior and routine? Is there no diary or calendar I can read into as to what this important skill is? There must be items in the house that give me a clue. If this person is the best in the world I should Google him or her and find out more. I should look at this person’s physic, his or her work and impact on other people. Or I just ask people what associations come up when this person’s name is mentioned. ![]() I think it depends on where you live. In the Western world socio-economic differences are less than in earlier times. But in a country like India there is still this cast system where people of different casts don’t interact and don’t mingle. I imagine that is so in other countries as well. In my world socio-economic differences hardly play a role anymore, so they don’t mess up personal relationships any longer. Day SIXTY SIX "Give It 100!" ![]() |
![]() I think I know nothing much, but can find all the information I need. I think we got lazy with all that information at the tip of our fingers. Knowledge has to do with taking time to search, swallow and make memory tracks inside your mind. We never have the time to do this nowadays and rehearsing is not fashionable. Everything has to be quick, quicker, quickest. Sometimes I think we are at risk of having too much info, since not all the information is healthy for us or is something we need to know or can do something about. I used to be a news buff, before I joined WdC, now I am spending so much time at WdC I sometimes forget to watch the news. I know a few people who stay away from the news because it depresses them too much, but that is going too far for me: I like to know what is going on in the world. As a writer there is never enough knowledge or information to gather, since we can use almost anything. We as writers are omnivores! ![]() Thank you for this onion and garlic-flavored chewing gum. I get the hint you don’t want to kiss me, and that is fine by me. As long as you stay my friend. Sincerely yours. ![]() I think it is difficult to distinguish between memory and imagination sometimes. I sometimes dream very awkward dreams with scenes I have never encountered before, but it has to be inside my mind to be there in the first place. So sometimes I don’t know if it is a memory of times gone by or imagination at work. “The belief that a thought is novel when in fact it is a memory” is indeed something that occurs a lot. I didn’t know there was a term for this. Since this is merely an unconscious process I don’t think I can do anything about it, but be very careful with what I am writing. It may not be that original. As a matter of fact I think originality is something that is overrated. Nothing is original nowadays. But we put things together in a newly fashion and call it our own. Day SIXTY FIVE "Give It 100!" ![]() |