I think part of the reason that I am able to churn out post after post during a challenge month, but not in other months, is because I pick 1 picture for the month and use it in almost every post. Finding a picture that’s complimentary is a big obstacle to blogging regularly. If you are a blogger, what do you think your biggest obstacle is? As a writer, in general, what do you find your biggest obstacle to be?
Today’s prompt is “something silly.” Here is a piece of prose that I reworked about 10 times before I gave up on it. I wrote this about 12 or so years ago.
Telltales of a Country Life
You can tell who’s country and who’s not. Those country folks are weird! And stand out in a crowd. Here are some telltale signs to help you spot those country people:
They are loud – due to having to yell over swarms of kids, mooing cows, barking dogs, and adults enjoying themselves at “get-togethers.”
They dress funny- often found in denim cut-offs, cowboy boots, and hats.
They talk funny- “ya’ll” means you all, “thankin” means thinking, “sumthin” means something, “yessum” means yes ma’am, “come and get it” means dinner is served (not an obscenity), a “holler” is a shout or a valley in which one might find a deer.
Instead of minding their own business; if they see a car broke down, or a tractor stuck, or someone carrying a heavy package, they most usually interfere and have to help you out.
They are always saying: good mornin’ how are ya, howdy. They just can’t walk by you quietly.
They smile like idiots when happy, cuss like sailors when mad, and pass babies like collection plates.
Yep, it’s pretty easy to spot a person from the country.
Today is day 6 of National Blog Posting Month. I am doing the Somethingist Challenge and the prompt for today is “something possible.” Making your voice heard is possible! I hope you voted today. I hope you vote in all elections. I hope you send letters to the editor, and go to your town’s council meetings, and to parent-teacher conferences, and I hope that you speak up for the poor and the afflicted whenever and wherever you can.
They have forgotten what their tongues are for.
a flame among smoldering coals
a shout among whispers
everyone in the room stares
wondering why I’m shouting
they’re supposed to be shouting too
they have forgotten
what their tongues are for
not just for eating
not just for spreading rumor and hate
we are supposed to move mountains
love and hold up whole families
with just our tongues
the world grows cold
but I am still aflame
July 10, 2018
If you go to the main site here you will find a quick explanation of what I’m doing this month. The resources page is where I got this neat little badge/image that I will be adding to my nablopomo posts.
Today’s prompt is “something unlikely.”
Please remember that you can cheer us on by sharing the posts of those who are participating in National Blog Posting Month, and by leaving comments on our new posts.
I am going to try to share some of my longer poems with you and possibly write some new poems this month. I will post Monday through Friday every week. I may or may not post to the blog on Saturdays and Sundays. I may put those posts on Instagram instead, we’ll see. Follow me on social media or by email. I do not do newsletters or spam you in any way. You will only be emailed links to my new posts. It’s unlikely, I know – but it’s true!!
dying embers can
be stirred ’til they burn hot
and glow rosy red
this is how wildfires start
abandoned fire rekindled
I participated in NaBloPoMo only once. It was fun. After looking around to see who all was posting prompts or ideas I was really disappointed. The people who started National Blog Posting Month are not participating in any way. In today’s world I think blogs get read now more than ever, so we should be having our own holidays and events. I was hoping to see some big platforms encouraging the little bloggers to get back to regular blogging, but it looks like only the little guys remember the littler guys. I really wanted to see a themed list or a list of prompts that could be used by any blog.
I looked around and found this:
If you go to the main site here you will find a quick explanation and then you can click on the resources page to decide how you want to proceed. It is where I got this neat little badge/image that I will be adding to my nablopomo posts.
I am going to use Grayson Queen’s Somethingist Instagram Challenge as my blog posting challenge list of prompts. I tried to find them on Instagram to thank them for the list but I was unable to. Maybe they will see this blog post, and if they do just know that I am really grateful that you allowed this to be used for NaBloPoMo! I like to have things planned out ahead of time. I like to have lists of things that remind me of what I am trying to accomplish and by what time. Today’s prompt was “something unfinished” so here is a line that I have been desperately wanting to put into a poem:
My favorite song is a duet, but I don’t have a partner
I plan to give you a poem in the other posts that I do. They may be poems that you’ve seen twice before or they may be brand new. I may write new poems just for my nanopoblano posts, how about that?! Follow me through email so that you don’t miss a thing. Leave me a comment and tell me what you think of National Blog Posting Month.
the strength of the cow
forgotten until she flexes
Today’s prompt was “is” or the essence of being.
Haiku: A haiku is a short poem that uses imagistic language to convey the essence of an experience of nature or the season intuitively linked to the human condition. A short poem originating from Japan. The point of this type of poetry is to record a moment. They are usually about nature. You usually don’t see the word “I” in haiku and 2 or more haiku are still called ‘haiku’ not ‘haikus’.
An ideal haiku should be short/long/short. Modern haiku found in most of today’s journals are not 5/7/5.
To learn more about haiku go to my What is Haiku? page at the top.
To learn more about other poetry forms go to my Definitions Page at the top.
watching to see if
I can catch a butterfly
in my hands
It’s that time of year again, time for the shortest form of poetry in the shortest month. I will try really hard to post my haiku poem every day. I make no promises about at what time that will happen nor how great it will be. All I can say is… stay tuned.
The prompts look like they will be fun and engaging this year. Today’s prompt was to write a haiku about haiku. How do you think I did?
Even if you don’t write haiku, or even if it isn’t your favorite type of poetry, please consider sharing poets’ work this month. It is getting harder to share your stuff on social media as all of the sites like Facebook now hide your posts, in hopes that you will pay to make them appear. So please subscribe or follow me, and any other poets that you like, and check out the hashtag #NaHaiWriMo on Twitter.
Also, to make life easier on myself, this is the image that will be attached to all of my 2017 haiku posts.
Image by Mel from Stirrup Queens
I have stumbled upon something and I think it’s great and I think we all need to participate this year.
Apparently, the first full week of January has been declared International Blog Delurking Week some time long ago. It runs this year from the 1st until the 8th.
If you are a blogger, I think you need to make a post about this holiday. (check my source here) Fellow blogger Mel has even given us an image for the holiday. I would ask that you visit her blog and say “Thanks” if you use the image.
If you are a reader, you need to leave a comment. If you are a blogger I hope you leave comments on the blogs where you lurk.
It is fairly easy. Leave a comment in the comment section below admitting that you’re here. You can show that you’re here with a one-word “here” comment or you can tell us a bit about yourself. Mel from Stirrup Queens suggested that her readers tell her about their favorite book. I would love to know about your favorite book.
So….. who’s here??
stand at the ready
anticipating the sting
having to touch the cabinet
work day in winter
Hey guys, I hope you remembered what starts today and I hope you are able to write your own haiku poem for the first day of National Haiku Writing Month. If you are unsure of the rules/definition/form of haiku then please go to my What is Haiku? page. Feel free to direct any friends there who may be unsure of what is happening in the poetry community this month. Also, tell them to check out the Facebook page where most of us meet to get a prompt and share our work. Today’s prompt is “zap”.
To make this easier on myself, I think I will use 1 image for this week, and then I will pick a different image to use for all of my posts next week. If I am going to share my poetry with you every day I will have to streamline things, and I want to share my haiku with you every day this month. I may end up skipping writing a post on Saturdays and Sundays, and posting all three on Monday, but I will try to make a short post every day. Today’s is long because I like to explain things fully.
Even if you don’t write haiku, or even if it isn’t your favorite type of poetry, please consider sharing your friends and favorite bloggers’ work this month. It is getting harder and harder to share on social media as all of the sites like Facebook now hide your posts (in hopes that you will pay to make them appear). So please subscribe to and follow any poets that you like and check the hashtag #NaHaiWriMo on Twitter and Facebook.
So if you are subscribed to my blog you know that I have written some short stories, but was too scared to share them. This is the first 100-word story that I ever wrote for Friday Fictioneers. I did not share it because I chickened out. I believe I wrote it on August 30, 2014. Here is the post that inspired it. What do you think? Would you like to see more 100-word stories?
Remember – the photo below is what inspires the story – it is not mine.
photo credit: Madison Woods
Thy Name Is…
She wished she knew its name.
That would bring her some comfort. If she could give a name to what had taken her best friend, she would feel better. She was sure this was the thing because she could see that her dog Molly had chewed on it. Slobber still foamed from Molly’s mouth.
She wondered if it would hurt her if she got any on her. Molly deserved a proper burial. She carefully put her hands under Molly’s back, lifted her, and carried her toward the shade tree in the backyard.
Here is my first real-time attempt at joining Friday Fictioneers. I have been reading the short stories of others for over 2 years and finally got the courage to join in. Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers that write 100-word stories after being inspired by a photo posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. We are allowed to use the photo in our post, and encouraged to leave each other comments. I will not be joining Concrit but I will be reading other bloggers’ stories and trying to leave comments. I always appreciate anyone who takes the time to leave a comment on any of my posts.
photo credit: Luther Siler
She was a goner now. She had broken the most expensive thing in the building: that big stupid bird.
She had hated that thing from the moment he sat it in the lobby. She tried to tell him they were not a theme park, but he hadn’t listened. He thought that children would like it.
She complained to her co-workers about it. They’d never believe she had knocked it over on accident.
Tasha wondered for a moment if she could hide it until she could call a repair man.
Then she heard a wail, “Mommy! What happened to the birdie?”
I have gotten to the point where I feel I am not terrible at haiku, in fact, I think I’ve written a couple of good ones. So naturally, that means it’s time to embarrass myself in another genre. I am thinking about joining a weekly writing challenge. My poetry well has been dry for a while, but I am itching to write a story. I wrote some short stories last summer but could not bring myself to share them on this blog, and was advised by one person not to mix my short stories with my poetry.
I do not have it in me to run another blog, I just don’t! So, I just couldn’t find the courage to share my short stories when my focus group wasn’t wowed. To be fair short noir stories are not what my friends are used to seeing from me. They are used to short poems about flowers. So I thought, maybe if I joined a writing community where people are used to seeing all kinds of short stories… maybe I could find some support/community/understanding. This group is called Friday Fictioneers.
There is a sub-group to this group called Concrit, I definitely do not have the courage to join it, but I would like to read those stories and possibly leave them some comments. I will not leave them any criticisms seeing as how I can barely take criticism myself.
So anyway, here is an example to what I am thinking of doing every Friday from now until I get too upset/tired/scared/angry to join in anymore. Please, please, give me some feedback! They will always be stories that are 100 words long and inspired by a photo. Do you want to see another one?
photo credit: Roger Bultot
Secret Wheat Fields
She always stepped lightly here. It was a sacred place. One of the last pieces of field, one of the last pieces of garden, one of the last pieces of hope.
If the First Peoples couldn’t get the wheat to flourish, they would all starve. The whole world. She thanked whatever lucky stars that hadn’t burned out, that she had been friends with a man of the First Peoples before the 2nd Dust Bowl occurred. She looked around wondering where he was, then she felt strong hands grasp her waist. No matter how quietly she moved, he was always quieter.