Mumbles … Itinerant

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Itinerant – a person who travels from place to place.  As a writer we are itinerant like, traveling from story to story through the words we weave together.  However sometimes there are roadblocks and detours, and that is where I am at.

I don’t want to hate writing.  I don’t want to lose my muse forever.  Some changes need to be made to assure these things do not happen.  I have been close to a post a day for 5 years now.  Lately I am struggling to get posts done.  It causes me anxiety and guilt which I don’t need to complicate my life.  So, I had to come up with a plan.

I will no longer struggle to post a daily word prompt challenge (sorry Fandango!) but that doesn’t mean I wont occasionally join in on the prompt.  I need to clear my head and sometimes the best way to do that is to write it out.  I will be writing more on my own whether it be what I am feeling, hoping, reliving or just flat out dreaming. I will still come close to a post a day, but I will no longer demand it of myself.

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I hope my readers will not be offended by this change in course.  I feel I am just ready to relax a little and regroup my life.  And my writing is a part of it.  So, this week I will begin some changes.  I hope you will all bear with me and stay along for the ride.  I can’t promise it will always be fun, but I will always put a little bit of me into all I do.

Thanks for reading and sticking with me.  May you all have a wonderful new month and remember Spring is just around the corner – HURRAH!


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – itinerant

Mumbles … Decisive

Half a floor

Ok, I am just going to wing it here. I had a post written up last night but more than half of it was irrelevant now more than 12 hours later. So, here I am just freeform, cut loose, train of though… I hope it will make sense.

I am not in a very decisive mood. It has been a long week with lots going on. My living situation is in the middle of change, but at my request, so it is ok. Two and a half days later than scheduled (sure glad I didn’t have anything planned) the “crew” showed up to build the shed we bought… it is a crew of one! This may take a while. And besides being sleep deprived trying to get up early for the shed three days in a row, I was the last in my house to get the cold that was being passed around. So, I have a very foggy mind today and it is hard to be decisive about anything except that I could use a nap.

I need to go and snap a picture or two of the current progress… although it is awfully quiet out there to be much for progress… *sigh*. I hope everyone has a good weekend. I know I am going to try to. (((HUGS)))


Written for Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) – decisive

Her Shot At Victory

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Tom came into the kitchen where Mary was fixing dinner.  “Big new at work.  JoAnn is up for the vice presidency.  There have been whispers about it all day.”

“Why is that?  Do they think a woman can’t handle it?  Or is it more of she doesn’t have a fair chance at it?”

“No this is monumental for us.  This is not some arbitrary shot at victory, if she gets this promotion it will mean big changes in the company.  And I’d venture to say it is about time for most of them.”

“Well then I hope she gets it.”


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – arbitrary

Falling Apart

My eye sight is fading

My hearing not the best

My skin is dry and spotted

With marks I haven’t seen yet

My hair is now grey

My face has wrinkles

My energy is out the window

With no indication it will ever return

…it seems just yesterday

I was in my youth

Dancing and laughing

And surrounded by friends and family

With age comes changes

Both good and bad

All I can do is

Muddle through the best I can

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – youth

Changes

It was his radical way of thinking that drew me to him, it was his radical way of thinking that drove me away. Somewhere along the years the direction changed and he became a different person.

He had always been a believer in equal rights and doing good. Now he was slowly being warped by the current trends in politics. It didn’t change over night, but it still changed too fast. Now he was all for modern day racism and everyman out for himself.

I left him with a note and a link to a self-help group on his computer.

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – radical

Changes

I made a wish
To change my life
To take who I am
And make a new me
The list of changes
Was a long one
From being fat
To being thin
From being shy
To being assertive
From being anxious
To being calm
From being depressed
To being happy
And on and on
But I realized too late
With all those changes
I lost my true self
Instead of embracing me
I chose a stranger