Writing Prompts Trouble

Soo...I'm sure you all have heard of writing prompts such as Writer's Workshop (hosted by Mama's Losin It) and The Spin Cycle (hosted by Sprite's Keeper). I know I haven't participated in awhile. Well actually that really isn't true, I have participated but nothing seems good enough or coherent enough to publish.

This last week for example. The prompt I chose from the Writer's Workshop was #3.

3.) "It was as if an invisible thread hooked her to her boy. The thread could go taut or slack but it could never come undone, it could never reach the end of its spool because there was no end; it bound them forever." What does unconditional love mean to you?(inspired when a mother is forced to give her baby up in The Seamstress by Frances De Pontas Peebles)

What does unconditional love mean to you?

I received this on Monday and it took me all day to figure out which prompt i was going to try. It was due to be turned in by Thursday! I wrote and rewrote it, struggled with it, called my mother about it. Discussed it with friends and hubby and got nowhere. Thought about changing the direction of the content and even maybe from a different viewpoint, nothing, it was a mess.

My mother and bf said I need to scrap the idea of writing it cause I am too hardcore and haven't experienced it, to know anything about it. I tried to disagree but two against one is never good.

Final consensus on Unconditional Love is that it is something that only exists with a parent to their child and even sometimes that isn't true. I never received that kind of love from my birth mother and longed for it for way too long. I also never had any children therefore I know nothing about that side of it. Soo, long story short I have no business trying my hand at something I am clueless about, so I missed the deadline.

Then there is this weeks Spin Cycle. Prompt is Respect.

Aye, aye, aye. Once again I turned to all the usual folks to give me their take on the subject, anything that might trigger a memory or create something in this (what seems like) dead brain. The only thing I was left with is just how different folks perceive respect to be.

I find it a little funny that this word came up cause it has to be one of the most difficult words for me. What is respect? How do you even define it? The word itself as been used many many times throughout my life and every time I question it, I get all different types of answers. My mom throws it around as a warning to straighten up or back down. Aretha uses it as a "no appreciation".

When I was young I thought I pretty much knew what was expected of me as far as showing respect, but after one particular boyfriend I suddenly was in a whole new world of what respect meant and felt clueless.

Heck I'm not really sure I have ever been shown "respect" cause I probably wouldn't recognize it if I had. I know there is the whole Ma'am and Sir thing, which I totally hate by the way! (when it is thrown MY way)

So, my friends I will bore you no further on my inability to comprehend either of these subjects, other than to say...my take on it all...

Unconditional love comes from the respect you have built through a substantial bond and/or relationship.

AND yeah that probably doesn't make any sense to most, but for some reason it does to me.

I am a contradictory person. LOL!

Today is my Birthday

Sooo...today is my birthday.

I have managed to survive another year.

I can recall the days when I never thought I was never going to make it to ten. I was overwhelmed with adult responsibilities and each day was a challenge, but I did finally make it to ten.
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Then there was the "I'll never make it to being a teenager". As if becoming a teenager was going to make all my problems go away and I would suddenly be all grown up. NOT! None of that happened and for some cosmic irony all got worse!
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I just knew I would never make it to fifteen! I thought for sure one of these days my father was going to really kill me. I pushed the old man's buttons ever chance I could get. It's a miracle I survived and he did too!
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Why sixteen was my next goal I don't know but it was a day to celebrate while my Aunt was away.
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Seventeen! I made it at last! The day I had been waiting for..FREEDOM! No rules, no parents, just me and my friend parting the nights away. Some where in all that I thought I had arrived to adulthood with all the knowledge there was for me to know. I thought it so deeply, I got married. What did I know, I was just a kid!
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Twenty-one..I had done so much, see too much, been hurt too much and experienced so much. AND yet I was alone, confused and looking to to drown in the bottle and escape from the world. The possibility of seeing another year was not in the plan.
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Twenty-two..Yup I made it through, surprisingly enough. I was swept away by a stranger to another city, never to go back again!
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Twenty-eight..Bored and itching for more to life, than what I had always been doing since I was a kid... I left my happiness behind and drove into hell and met the devil himself. I was begging to die and again seeing anymore birthdays was not in the plan.
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Thirty-three..Suddenly I woke up from my nightmare and went back to happiness.
I felt like I had been reborn on that day. My perspective of things were finally clear and my love for life had been gifted to me. I was no longer searching or drowning, I had finally found peace within myself. It was a long journey to get through, but hey I made it and I am a better person for it.
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Forty-one (where the heck did that number come from), yup I said it for all to marvel at. I am no longer hiding in the past, the future is all I want to see.

Soo..today is my birthday, with a bright future ahead of me.

Something I Have Been Working On....

Well while I have some internet I will try to get out a post. I know yall have to be sick to death of hearing about the phone issue, so I will try to find something else in my brain to share. It's going to be hard to seperate by brain from the aggervation I have been under, but I will try just for you. LOL!

Well after ten minutes of not being able to seperate my horror for something humorous, I will give you a taste of something I have been working on.


I hope you enjoy!

I was very lucky to have had my dad in my life.
He was my most favorite person in my world.
I didn’t get to see him except for on the weekends.
I lived at the babysitter’s house during the week and even went to school with her kids.
She lived in a little town nearly halfway between the town where my grandparents lived and the city where my dad was.
Unfortunately or fortunately I did spend a lot of weekends at my grandparent’s house.
My dad didn’t have a license or a car, so it was difficult for him to come and get me.
But when he did, oh boy it was the best!
We moved to a new place and that was strange and different but as long as I was with daddy everything was okay.

Then one day I was given a surprise, a surprise I wasn’t really ready for.
I was introduced to a woman, who was apparently my dad’s girlfriend.
I had known him to have a couple of women in his life, but girlfriend was a new word.
She was nice to me and I was starting to like her.
She wore a bright yellow shirt with a rose right in the middle with words under it.
Just right after that, she moved in.
I was mad and shocked and hurt that daddy would bring a woman in to interfere with our lives.
I was even taken away from the babysitter’s house to never go back again.
My world had been turned upside down and they were doing it on purpose!
I still liked her but wanted her to go home and leave me and daddy alone.

There was a wedding in the works.
I didn’t even have a voice in this decision.
I was to be the flower girl and got to watch this woman and my dad sew a miniature white wedding dress.
I was excited about the whole pageantry.
Not realizing it had a whole new meaning to it all.
I was receiving a new mother.
I was happy, scared and uncertain about that.
She did things with me and was most of the time in a good mood, so she was worming her way into my heart.

It wasn’t long till she changed, maybe it was hormones due from pregnancy, but I didn’t like it!
She was ordering me to do things, like clean my room and do the dishes.
I was slowly regretting that she was here and in my life.
I wanted to go back to the babysitter’s house!
I was getting angry all the time.
I tried everything I could think of to make this woman leave or have daddy throw her out for treating me like that.
Daddy didn’t do his part in the plan and neither did she.
I was doomed and alone.
Then we moved again, into a teeny tiny apartment.
I had to sleep on the couch!
I had to change schools again too.
I was only 8 years old and this was my 3rd school.
It was hard to make friends.

The day my sister arrived I was soo happy.
I loved having a sister, for the first week.
I was soon in charge of helping with the baby.
Do you know how gross a baby’s diaper is?
AND I lost her belly button!
We moved again but at least this time it was just up one floor to the roof of the house.
I finally had my own room again.

This new apartment was awesome.
All the rooms were so big and airy and with lots of light.
The living room had two sets of stairs that met together at a large double door window.
I had heard someone say something about it having been a captain’s house.
My room had an upside down V ceiling and had drawers lining the base of the super short walls.
My dad had to hunch over just to come in to my room.
It had a small window with a seat.
It was the best place we ever lived.
It wasn’t fair (to me), but we moved again.

Thankfully we had moved not far from the place we had lived at when my life got messed up.
I was back in the school I actually had friends at.
This made me happy and things were really getting better at home.
I was starting to like her again.
I found her a new friend and things were going great.
She’s pregnant again.
My sister and I spent the delivery time with my grandparents.
Grammie taught her to walk!
When we got back there was a new brother.
This time she was real good about taking care of him while I took care of sister.
I thought things were perfect, but again we were on the move.

This time we moved out of the city.

To Be Continued...Don't ya just hate that!

Rainy Days

The rain has been falling for days.
The air is heavy with it and the humidity is very muggy.
The down pours are brutal and the showers calming.
The yard is a pool over here and over there.


The weight of the rain is weighing down every branch and some even snapped.


The muddy shoes are by the door and how many times do I need to wash the floor?


The birds came out to play and bathe in the fresh new rain.



The flowers have been beaten with every never ending drop and will they recover, I know not.


The dogs need coaxing to go outside, a push and a shove and a towel to dry.


The weatherman says only a few more days; I sure hope we don’t float away!


(All photos are from a google search)

Violet was her name

Here is something I have been working on. Most of this is a combo of things I remember, things that were revealed to me later on and the imagination of my mind.
Please let me know what you think, be honest! I am freely asking you to judge me.


Violet was her name

Violet was a shy, slightly average looking (so she said), church going girl.
The milk boy Edward was always smiling and making her laugh.
He was very witty and the jokes just flowed from him.
She was thrilled to see him everyday.
She would time her day around the delivery of the milk.
She knew he was the one she would marry.

They finally got married and she moved with him to the dairy farm.
She knew a little about cows, but learned quickly the process of having a business.
Business was good; there was the dairy side of it and also the farming side.
They raised cows and grew large corn fields.
They worked very hard, from sunrise to sunset.

Violet was also the common housewife.
She cooked, canned, tended her garden and cleaned the house.
She washed the clothes by hand in the kitchen sink.

They wasted no time in starting their family.
It’s a boy!
Violet was very happy to give her husband a strong son to help on the farm.
It’s a girl!
Their family was shaping up nicely!
It is starting to get harder for her to help out on the farm, with having two kids to manage plus her daily responsibilities.
Edward has to hire more help; he employs the local high schoolers on summer break.
It’s another boy and another boy soon after!
She loves her life on the farm and can’t ever imagine leaving.

Many years pass and their two oldest children have left the nest.
The boy went on to serve his country.
The girl got married and had the first grandchild. The marriage did not work out. Their son in law got custody.
Violet and Edward felt very fortunate to still have their grandchild in their lives.

With just two sons left at home, things were different.
Business had gone down.
The larger dairies are getting more progressed and getting a large amount of the contracts.
It was one of the hardest choices they have ever had to make, but it was time to sell the farm.
Before this could be done, they had to find a new place to go.

By this time Edward had saved a good penny and decided to build his wife the house of her dreams.
Within reason, of course.
He found a beautiful piece of property just outside of town.
He made sure the new house had all the amenities his wife had always talked about.
She would have a sewing room.
She would have a wheeled clothes line.
She would have a large picture window in the living room that looked out on the river.
The remaining two boys will both have their very own rooms.

Even with having to lose her lifestyle at the farm, which she was very sad about.
She felt like they were moving up in the world.
She was proud to have Edward as her husband.

A Book? Maybe!

Most of yall would be very surprised to know that I woke up this morning with the beginnings of a book in my head. I was!

I hopped to it, as soon as I managed to get a cup of coffee.

Two hours later I had managed to type out 646 words. Words are my nemesis; we don't always get along very well.

I bugged hubby with...does this sentence sound right? How do you spell...? If I can't use this word, what would you suggest? What the heck is a semi-colon good for and how do you know when to use it? Blah blah blah, I was driving him crazy! Guess where he is right now...outside! LOL!

From what I can tell it might be a small book. I can't figure out how many paragraphs are supposed to be in a chapter. Is a chapter supposed to be a continuation of chapter one or can it be a different time line, different perspective or a deeper meaning of the previous chapter? I don't know if there are set rules to how it is supposed to be done.

As my BIL would say...Whatever! I'm just thrilled to have something running in my head that requires more than one page! LOL!

I would work on it more today, but as you know it is Sunday and hubby is home. Plus I have lots of things to do outside. Maybe I will get to it again later this evening. Hopefully I won’t have lost my mojo by then.

Just with this post and my story, I have written…913 words! Wow!