As the badge says, “I survived A Month Of Mini Writing Challenges, 2017”. Whew! I made it! But more importantly, I wanted to say a huge THANK YOU to the organiser of this event, Sammi Cox. She did an amazing job coming up with some really interesting and varied prompts, collating all the responses into indexes and took the time to read and appreciate participants’ responses. You should definitely check out https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/, if you haven’t stumbled upon her site before.
I thoroughly enjoyed the challenge and wrote EVERY single day during September. I loved reading the other participants’ take on things and felt a sense of camaraderie with those who completed the challenge along with me. I have collated all my responses as a new section in my blog menu if you are interested in reading my collection. Overall, A Month Of Mini Writing Challenges was engaging and fun, and definitely something I would do again!
For now though, I am taking a week or so off from blogging and the weekly challenges I usually join in, so that I can regroup and refresh. I think my brain has become a little fatigued and overwhelmed, and I am also struggling again with my anxiety. So a break is most definitely in order!
I’m sure my motivation and inspiration will return, and I will see you all again soon!
As I walk my two pooches, I pop in some earbuds and switch on my iPod hoping for something motivating. It randomly selects ‘Foo Fighters’ – excellent choice! I listen to the gravelly voice of Dave Grohl and find it ironic, as I bend down to pick up the steaming heap, that he can be a Foo Fighter, while I am being a Poo Fighter.
There once was a castle in the middle of a field. It loved being the centre of attention. The grass bowed to it in the breeze, and travellers were drawn to it, like a beacon. For many years it was so.
But slowly, a town began to spring up around the castle and the field disappeared. At first, the castle was glad for the company, but in time, the town became a city and the castle was swallowed up by the busy-ness around it. Sometimes, it would still catch a glimpse of travellers’ eyes, but now they hurried past in their vehicles. The castle felt sad that in the midst of such hustle, it could feel so lonely.
Prompt: Ronovan Writes, Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt, Challenge #168 – sweet and scent; and also, Sammi Cox, A Month Of Mini Writing Challenges, Day 27. Task: The prompt is “crime”. The length and format are your choice.
The pain is exquisite.
Flesh opens as sharp metal slices;
Tearing through tough exteriors,
revealing spongy insides.
Tears splash earth below.
As bounty is snatched and plucked.
Left; bare and exposed
With a promise –
After pruning, comes rejuvenation. Always.
Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Sunday Writing Prompt #221, September 24, 2017 – The pain is exquisite; and also, Sammi Cox, A Month Of Mini Writing Challenges, Day 26. Task: Write a poem on the theme of “rejuvenation” in less than 10 lines.
Author’s note: Sometimes my writing is based on my real life experiences. This is one of those stories and is an actual account of a costume I was responsible for, whilst working at an exclusive all girls college a few years ago.
Oh, how I wish it were fiction…
The girls usually looked like seraphic supplicants, in their polished shoes, ecru stockings, petticoats and navy blue tunics. My job on the dramatic arts team, was to source a neutral, yet eye-catching costume for the production. I didn’t want to squander the funds, and bent over backwards to find a freely-licenced image and reasonably priced t-shirt manufacturer.
As I unpacked the boxes, I realised with alarm, the disastrous outcome of my work.
(However it did tickle the amusement of at least one stranger in the crowd, as 150 female students took their final bow, I could hear his guffaws from backstage…)
* supplicant (noun) – A supplicant is a person who prays to God or respectfully asks an important person to help them or to give them something that they want very much.
^ seraphic (adjective) – characteristic of or resembling a seraph or seraphim|seraphim:an angelic being, regarded in traditional Christian angelology as belonging to the highest order of the ninefold celestial hierarchy, associated with light, ardor, and purity.
^^ ecru (adjective) – the light beige color of unbleached linen
Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Wordle #173;
and also Sammi Cox, A Month Of Mini Writing Challenges, Day 25. Task: Write a story in 75 words or less about an encounter with a stranger.
It was a rainy day and my sisters and I had decided to go on an expedition to explore Hilo, HI. We saw a sign declaring ‘Rainbow Falls’ and discovered this beautiful oasis; cascading and emerging out of the rainforest. Unfortunately though, no sunshine equals no rainbows. Maybe next time.
The warm honey glow of the late afternoon sun, was a contrast to the prickling cool of the mountain air on her skin. She climbed to her vantage point, high above the valleys. The ‘T-tree’ had been formed one night when Zeus’ lightning bolt had cleaved it in two – destroying the wine-red leaves of Autumn. The remaining limbs had sagged and sighed their defeat, for it was Winter now and the cornucopia were full for the cold months ahead. It was from here she loved to watch over the world below. The mountain goats were drawn here also and she liked to imagine it was because they were summoned by her power; taking their place beside her in the stars.
It’s the morning after my brother’s wedding and we are feeling a little…seedy, at best. After a wholesome recovery breakfast of bacon and eggs, my husband and I meander down the Main Street of Belgrave, a tiny outer suburb of Melbourne, in the Dandenong Ranges. I notice a shop I haven’t see before: Belgrave Emporium.
“Let’s go in!” I plead with my husband.
As it turns out, Belgrave Emporium is a exciting retail space in the heart of the little village. As we wander and browse, I am struck by the eclectic mix of wares on sale.
I mention to my husband that it seems as though this is not just one store, but many stores. And it turns out I’m right.
Belgrave Emporium indeed, houses seventy hand picked boutique stalls, ranging from vintage clothing, handmade accessories by local jewellers, artisan home wares, quirky art and prints, and much more.
We ended up spending an hour (and a fortune in the store), and with so much to look at, our hangover woes were soon forgotten. I highly recommend a stop in if you’re ever in the area!
My husband does not like doing the shopping with me.
It’s not that he doesn’t appreciate my company or the help. It’s the fact that when I go with him, our shop is typically $50 more than usual.
This is because I am a sucker. I’m one of those people who sees ‘half price‘ or ‘two for the price of one‘ and am instantly reeled in. Hypnotised by the promise of something special that will save me money!
Nevermind, that I don’t particularly have a use for a double ended head torch (let alone two!); or that it will take us a year to get through the 18 rolls of paper towel for $8. I just see stuff and have to have it.
My husband suggests writing a shopping list, which is what we did today.
It didn’t help. Sometimes, you just have to put it down to an irritating quirk; a trial of being married to someone like me…
The sand squishes beneath my toes. I feel the warmth of each grain. I inhale deeply and, simultaneously both smell and taste the salty air. I stretch my arms above my head and listen to the small waves lap against the shoreline.
I open my eyes; sigh at the recreated memory, and get back to work.
Dedicated to my husband Darrell, on this, our fourth wedding anniversary.
Prompt: Sammi Cox, A Month Of Mini Writing Challenges, Day 16. Task: Write a poem on the theme of “echo”. Any length; and also, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday Mix, Opposing Forces – 16 September 2017