Friday Fictioneers: One Last Beer

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One Last Beer

Old Sal never saw a drink he didn’t like. You don’t believe me?

Let me tell you something. You remember that billboard we used to have out on I-9, the one for that car dealership? People said the competition knocked it down for a lark but I know for a fact Sal was reaching behind him for the last beer, when WHAM. I smacked his hand.  And wham. He crashed.

I died. He lived. Now that the old goat has finally made it to the pearly gates, we have a score to settle. He still owes me a beer.

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This is my entry for Friday Fictioneers and I’m pretty sure it’s a terrible, terrible story. Admittedly the first thing that came to mind when seeing this photo was Tubthumping and then I started thinking of funny song lyrics we always get wrong. I still don’t entirely believe the real lyrics to that song are the real lyrics to that song….

Celebrate the Small Things

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Happy Friday!

How was your week? I had a fairly productive one. I’ve made definite plans to go visit relatives in Canada who I’ve never met before. Depending on the how the Fall elections go here in the States, I may just ask about moving there permanently. (Just kidding!)

My other major accomplishment this week is the re-discovery of a manuscript/story I’ve been working on since I was a small child, my first novel ever. Re-reading it and seeing the concepts I’m struggling with to this day, I’ve decided to focus my editing on getting that story ready to be published for free, online – something which I have wanted to do for over a decade now. I love this story so much and so deeply I just want it out there. But I also want it to be beautiful. Also, I’m viewing this as a necessary learning experience for myself to grow as a writer.

These little, achievable writing goals. I definitely need them.

Also this week, got my cardio in every day. In lieu of the gym most days I’ve been walking the fitness loop at the mall because it’s much more convenient to get to.

In general, it’s been a pretty good week. How about yours?

IWSG: In the Beginning

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This month for the Insecure Writer’s Support Group, the question of the month is this: What was your very first piece of writing as an aspiring writer? Where is it now? Collecting dust or has it been published?

My first novel ever as an aspiring writer is called The Dark Circle and I first started writing it in my later single digit years, not exactly sure when, but I do remember the fuzzy red journal I used. This was back before everybody had a computer, let alone mobile devices. Sometimes I still like to hand-write partly because then it’s mine in a very personal way.

I’ve never published OR let go of that novel. Every few years or so I return to see if I’ve grown enough as a writer to finish it. It’s kind of like my white whale or maybe a treadmill where I always get something out of the trial. It’s very philosophical and full of naive youthful ambitions, starting in a world where people can recreate the world at will with their minds. In the opening scene the main character kills a fellow character out of sheer curiosity. She then gets into an argument with her current boyfriend. He’s from a different world and is horrified to discover that she doesn’t understand what murder is. The parent/creator of the person she killed is upset too, but mostly in a “you damaged my property” sort of way.

All of this sounds really horrible but she’s actually not a bad person, and she learns by the end of the first chapter. I love this novel. I do. It’s just super tricky.

What about you? Is there a hard, ongoing project you return to every now and again to see how much progress you can make this time?

Friday Fictioneers: StorkCart or Not StorkCart?

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This is my weekly submission for Friday Fictioneers, where once a week we write 100-word stories in response to a photo prompt. This story is inspired by the fact that in my (possibly crazy) mind the underwater shopping carts looked kind of like they could have stork legs and what if they were, what if the carts were alive and currently resting, waiting for groceries?

After that, my thoughts just got weirder… Albeit not quite as weird as the daily reality of what’s actually going on in the world.

StorkCart or Not StorkCart?

Text from an intergalactic billboard:

Tired of pushing around boring old shopping carts? Try StorkCart, the only cart designed to snatch up your groceries and bring them to your vehicle of choice.
StorkCart – from the makers of VacuCat

Text from an adjacent billboard:

BAN STORKCART NOW! StorkCart stole my baby! StorkCart gave me someone else’s baby. StorkCart stole my VacuCat. For these and other true stories about the horrors of StorkCart, visit ggg.BanStorkCartNow.com. Then, write your local galactic representative and urge them to Say Yes to Proposition 451.
-Paid for by Citizens for a Cleaner Tomorrow

Celebrate the Small Things 

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It’s Friday again and another week has past. It’s time to celebrate.

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This week I’m celebrating typing The End to a novel draft, the chance to spend time with family, and some rare good weather apart from the heat and rain. In between the occasional thunderstorm and 90+ temps it’s been super pleasant. I have gotten a lot of little things done this week like a new shelf for my work nook and other small organization projects. How about you? How’s your week going?

Friday Fictioneers: Letter in a Bottle

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This is my submission for this week’s Friday Fictioneers. To read more stories and add your own, click on the blue froggy.

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Letter found in a bottle:

When I feel completely, utterly alone, you’re there.

You don’t always quiet the storm. You don’t always make me feel better. When all is said and done, I think all we really need, all any of us can give, is that calm, cool certainty. There will be a port out there waiting for you, when your ship is ready to come in.

If today I do not return, I pray you never forget: you were there. You did what you could. I tried to come back, but this time for some reason I couldn’t.

Celebrate the Small Things

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It’s Friday and that means it’s time to Celebrate the Small Things. This week, I’m trying really hard to stay positive and it’s been hard.

I’ve been listening to Kill ‘Em With Kindness, a Selena Gomez song, on replay, and reading A Course in Miracles and Marianne Williamson’s commentary on the same. Negativity is so out there – and like this tangible force, like gravity. That said, I am proud of myself for doing everything I can think of to fight back passively resist the pull toward hate, including, especially toward people who seem to be hateful at times. Okay, some days and some moments more than others.

Other awesome things this week. I have burned through my Nano novel and am now almost done (at just over 60k of my 70k target) after a few 5,000+ word days wherein, okay, I’m a little in love with my novel now. I don’t know if anyone else will be, but I certainly am.

Also I caught more Pokemon – this game makes me super happy because of the walking around and catching cute critters-ness of it all. Below: a local covered bridge / Pokemon gym. I Heart-emojicovered bridges.

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In addition to writing, a lot, I’ve also read a lot.

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One of my summer reading lists, which I have inside my Elements of New Testament Greek text – because I’m brushing up on my Greek again partly because I think it’s funny, the expression, that looks like Greek to me.🙂 Greek is such a cool-looking language. My reading list as I review it makes me feel like the FBI might just find me very interesting if they were to get a peek at it.

How was your week? Staying cool? Having fun? Read any good books? Write any great books? What are you celebrating?