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A blog on my personal writing process. Just random thoughts, notes, and other stuff. Don’t know yet what that will be like. Am exploring possibilities and pulse towards an unknown future. Let’s find out! Here are challenges and activities stored. "Game of Thrones"  2017"The Soundtrack of Your Life" 2020"Resurrection Jukebox" 2020"NaNoWriMo Write-A-Thon" 2020/21"The Fiction Writer's Toolbox" 2020"October Novel Prep Challenge" 2021(The Shanhaijing Prophecy)Neil Gaiman's Masterclass 2019 "a very Wodehouse challenge" 2024Template Worldbuilding 2024 |
Hugh Laurie, 2011 – Saint James Infirmary Great piece done by the actor Hugh Laurie whom I got to know as Dr. House in the television series. I loved binge-watching the whole series. It took me weeks and weeks of watching. But it was fun, intelligent and I loved this cynical genius. February 7 |
Nina Simone, Ain’t Got No, I Got Life – 1968 “Why am I alive anyway” February 6 |
Tracy Chapman, 2009 – Fast Car “Had a feeling I could be someone” February 5 |
America, 1971 - A horse with no name I was 10 years old when this song saw the light and it’s still a great song to listen to in 2020. I am humming it all day, it’s still a wonderful song. It makes me feel a bit melancholy because of all those years past. Am I that old already? I suppose so. February 4 |
Rag’nBone Man, 2016 - Human “Look in the mirror, what do you see?” February 3 |
LL Cool J, 2009 – Mamma said Knock you out I love this song, volume up high, pumped up base and my body is moving. Great, great song because of the vibrant energy. The lyrics are right in your face. It’s of a wonderful high sensitivity. Is it HipHop? I am not that familiar with all the different genres, but it’s a wonderful song and I am so glad it got introduced to me by a WdC member. February 2 |
Pharell Williams, 2014 - Happy I just found out very late about this soundtrack challenge, but I will try to catch up. February 1 |
| Yoohoo, I’ve finally signed up for "October Novel Prep Challenge" [13+]. I want to write this big and important novel but I still don’t have a clue. I can start doing "The veil of death" [13+] or "Pygmalion, a serial killer's weblog" [18+] or try something completely different. Anyway, still more than 3 weeks to ponder on the question of what to do. Fantasy, thriller or something else entirely! Then, the whole month of October will be prepping my novel. I have no intention of entering NaNoWriMo because I am not ready for that huge challenge. But preparing for the write seems an excellent idea. This blog will be an account of the exercises. They are still under copyright, so no worries there. A minimum of 15 minutes per day for the exercise is doable. I am very thrilled to participate and get this writing project going. Oh, and I am still thinking about 100 poems for publication, but that’s a long term project! 1,2,3 GO! |
| My dog accidentally scared pup in water. Boss rescued pup, threw dog in air. 121 FB posts: shaming, blaming, calling me names. Hate on Net! 140 characters
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| She looked at her kitchen sink. Here we go again! For two weeks now she was procrastinating like hell; something inside her just refused to do the dishes. And it wasn’t the first time this month either! What’s wrong with me, you dirty slug? Why am I not doing my chores like everybody else? Every five minutes when passing her kitchen door she made that hand gesture wishing her dishes away, and every time she looked they were still there: dishes, cutleries, coffee cups, glasses, and whatnot. Dirty, dirty, dirty! She just wasn’t up to the task and she loathed herself for it. As the writer she was, she took up the challenge to write a horror story for Screams!!! at Writing.com that day. In a whim, the story took her 15 minutes. When she saw the competition she knew she had no chance of winning, but entered anyway. That afternoon she watched the Men’s Final at Wimbledon as well and saw Novak Djokovic win from Roger Federer. Halfway through the fifth match when it was 4-4, she made a bet: when Roger wins I do my dishes! Alas, After a tiebreak Djokovic won the championship, so she was off the hook. The dishes stayed where they were. Passing the kitchen door she made that gesture again with her hands, sat down at her computer and logged onto the site. Lo, and behold…she’d won today’s Screams!!! No more excuses, kitchen, here I come! For the next two hours, she was busy doing her chores. Finally! WC: 256
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“C’mon Jack, work with me here, what color? Blue or green? “Gee, Jill, I don’t know.” He was still working out the angle of that particular wall he had to tear down. “First things first, painting the sitting room is not on my list today.” “But I have to buy paint. Blue or green?” “Then green it is. Now let me do my job, dear.” Jill left the house, leaving him on his own. For the next 45 minutes, he was busy tearing down a brick wall. The noise was deafening, dust and brick falling from his hefty slices with a hammer. He was sweating heavily, breathing in and out like a sick elephant. With one final effort, he managed to finish the job. Done! Looking into the rubble he noticed there was something behind that last piece of brick. In the corner, where the wall once stood was an opening in the floor. As he was walking toward the hole an awful smell reached his nostrils. Yek, what the hell was that?! Peering into the dark he tore loose some floorboards. The smell was overwhelming. At that moment Jill came through the door, holding two cans of paint. She put down the cans and worked her way through the rubble. They both looked puzzled into the hole. “What’s that? Can you see anything?” “There must be something down there, it smells terrible…a dead cat maybe?” “Let’s get the flashlight, dear?” Jill got the light from the kitchen and was back in a jiffy. The light shone inside the dark hole. There, something covered with a blanket was lying in the sand. Jack grabbed a piece of the cloth and threw it aside. A body…the silhouette of a body! Jill screamed a smothered cry. Jack pulled back, his knees on the floor, his body flinching. “OMG, it’s a dead person. ” That’s when the body moved and sat erect, with its slimy head and hair above the floorboards. Piercing red eyes looking at the couple in a grim stare. Jill and Jack both fainted on the spot. The figure juggled itself out of the hole in the ground leaving splatters of green slimy stuff on the floor. It had a grin on what was left of its face. With one throw he swept the bodies of Jack and Jill into the hole and put back the floorboards. “A nice place, a lot of work though, and green paint for the living room.” It grinned and started to refurbish the house. The neighbors didn’t notice the banging from underneath the floor of Number 22, York Road. It went on for a couple of days and then stopped. In the city nobody knows their neighbors, so nothing new. WC: 456 Winner (7/14) of
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Blood sugar’s too high, maybe I’ve to shoot insulin next! More exercise, healthy food, losing weight... I ate melon. That’s good, isn’t it? Characters: 140 Round 95 |
Walking the dog. Singing a song. Misstep! My ankle. Pain! An enormous bump. Stumbling at the other side of the leash. Confined to a seat! Characters: 137 |
They met in a bar downtown. Her high heels and a killer smile, his weary wrinkled face, and tuxedo. In the night they checked into this hotel down the street. The manager gave them their key and said goodnight. They stumbled into the dim lit room and fell down the bed, smoked some pot, drank their drinks and watched TV. The clock stroke 4. He took out his gun, shot her point blank and aimed at his own head. They never checked out again. WC: 99
WOOT, WOOT I Won First Place!!  and ![Merit Badge in Creativity
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Hey, I am your average green leather tobacco case. My purpose is to contain the bag of tobacco and hide the horrible death pictures that are put on tobacco bags and cigarette packages nowadays. WC: 370
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| Twas where wonder weaves with welcome grace, the poet’s putty poem’s face, ferociously fulminating. Ah, goblin gobbled thru grasses ghostly gosh. 140 characters
Round 80 |
| heap leaves cascading colors brown and bright: autumn! “snap,” bites dodging dog!
Prompt: Haiku |
| Liquid orange, add salt and pepper, sniff of love of the poet, blow breath over mass - pure alchemy. Syllables: 24 Lines: 7
Prompt: Alchemy |
| A spurious assumption you can't compete with the best in blogging. State your truth passionately! Syllables: 24 Lines:6
Prompt: spurious |
| Tiptoeing so I won't wake up at this nightly hour jinxing Kismet, I can barely face it. Syllables: 24 Lines: 7
Prompt: kismet |
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