List for This Week: To Do, Excited For, Thankful For.


Thanks to La Duchesse D’Erat for hosting this week’s list prompt.

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To Do:

  • MayDay Post May 26
  • Writing 101 post May 26
  • Novel – split chapter 30 into two chapters — too long as it is
  • FFftPP
  • Madmen Season 7: Episodes 2 and 3
  • Fold own Laundry
  • Fold Clothes for Clothing swap – hangers for dresses
  • Rhubarb Cake
  • Wine or fruit 
  • Redbox order for end of May

Excited About:

  • Resubmitting Short Story to a magazine who told me exactly how to fix the piece and resubmit
  • Having two poems published
  • Watching Madmen on Netflix

Thankful For:

  • Energy increased by Xyng (a supplement).
  • Being able to nap if I’m tired.
  • Seeing some good friends this weekend

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Meet & Greet! Pizza Party


Niki from The Richness of a Simple Life is hosting a Mert and Greet this weekend! Come and meet new bloggers and share your own and a friends:)

The Richness of a Simple Life

Welcome to the party! Excuse the mess, this weekend snuck up on me! So have a seat and make yourself cozy. This weekend we’re having a pizza party, so let me know what your favorite kind of pizza and drink in the comments and we’ll place our order!😉

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Writing 101: Poem – Free Verse –  “When I Fall Apart Tonight” #everydayinspiration #amwriting


Today’s Writing 101 challenge was to take a que from our readers. I guess I was supposed to ask you guys a week or so ago, what you wanted me to write. But I know you like poetry from the statistics, especially the poems that are heart felt. Somehow the emotion comes through. Here’s a poem I wrote a month or two ago. I was saving it and forgot about it. But here it finally is: 

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http://www.sitespsu.edu

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You can’t fill the spaces with words,

They are left empty and will always be so.

You’ll never replace that feeling,

There hasn’t been any healing,

These spaces are shattered,

Broken into smithereens, glass so sharp —

Splintered and painful, digging into skin until blood trails thick.

You can’t fill these spaces, I don’t know why?

Why the creator in his glory meant for them to be that way?

Complete is a dream; complete doesn’t exist,

Only by my saviours side, will I ever find peace.

But for someone to love the brokenness,

To fill a gaping hole,

It’s a lot to ask a person,

To play God, when they’re merely human.

So just stay still beside me,

While I fall apart tonight.

It’s my only wish, that somehow when I cry,

I’d have your T-shirt to cry into.

Knowing your by my side,

My friend, my life’s delight.

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Maydays: Poem – Free Verse – Erin Hanson – “People Are Not Poetry” #Maydays



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Thank you to K.L Caley of new2writing for hosting #Maydays prompts. Today’s prompt is about loving your flaws. 

I’m going to cheat a little day. There is this poet, whose poems I often find on Pinterest. She is very talented and writes wonderful poems about loving your flaws and being satisfied with who you are. I hope you enjoy this piece by E.H. or Erin Hanson. 

To follow Erin on Instagram go into the link. 

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Maydays: Poem – Italian Sonnet (Double Octave) – “Love Is The Song” #Maydays 



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Thanks to K.L. Caley from new2writing for #Maydays prompts. Today’s prompt is a journey – spiritual, physical, emotional, or otherwise.

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The day begins; I’m sure today I’m meek,

I haven’t the fortitude everything–

Requires for me to be while I’m measuring,

The distance required between sun and sleep. 

Why can’t you support me; not laugh, I weep;

Lost in worlds, created in pages, blustering.

Voices characterized; people greeting,

You’ve become part of a book; words they leap.

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Understand the writer’s suffering for dreams,

A silly Romance, they say, all they think,

Ready to criticize, it was only sex scenes — wink. 

Stupid, fake; not real, no depth don’t dream. 

As l write I see, relationships in every scene.

You write well; write romance; you didn’t think —

Wisdom was hidden in tangled sheets, links –

To love in tales written long ago, seen. 

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In every story and genre, in best played songs,

Love is always there; and sex sometimes,

Romance literature; no oxymoron.

End of the day, lover’s moon full and strong. 

Each writer writes love; some obscure way find,

No matter the genre; love is the song. 

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Three Line Tales: Lines, Lemons, and Cords. #3LineTales


Thank you to Sonya of Only 100 Words for hosting 3 Line Tales

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Wynand von Poortvliet

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Sorry! Busy week again. Hope you enjoy the three quotes I found which I believe match the prompt picture. 

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Writing 101: Poem – Free Verse – “A Day is A Life Time.” #everydayinspiration


The prompt for Writing 101 today is to write about an event that takes place in a single day. Also, I will be including The Daily Post word prompts Phase, Dream, and Grain. I’m trying something with poetry and I hope the result isn’t tedious.

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It started in the morning ending at —

Evening; children who were born with —

A scream on their lips, removed from —

The womb; swaddled in blankets.

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Life is a day and each day we spend —

One single day, representing —

A lifetime; not knowing each day —

Could end in a moments glance. 

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Babe once born, phase into toddler, 

Sucking on bottles, weened off.

Already, personality —

Forming; individual who tantrums.

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Couldn’t get her way playing in her —

Pre-school; no hitting allowed there. 

Prepares her for kindergarten, 

Where she better know her typing.

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To write her name proudly with her,

Markers scribbling future —

Artist; parent’s dream but she’s holding —

Building blocks; then she’s finished–

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Being a kid, now screaming to —

Her brother, ‘stay out of my bed —

Room;’ texting her friends, their all —

Nearly sixteen, appearing twenty-one.

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She’s been drinking since thirteen-years, 

Not weird to her; she’s been there before.

Degree in engineering of —

Structures; dreams building stream-lined.

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Caught the eye of a man where she works, 

He’s ten-years her senior at his —

Prime; another engineer, they’ve —

Two kids, girl and a boy, on their —

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Own journeys; and she’s divorced.

Only thirty-five, raising teenagers, 

Tiring of her career; her daughter–

Pregnant; along comes grandchildren.

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She’s only forty and remarries, 

Her true soul mate she says, kids hate —

Him; replacing father they never see, 

Grandma raising baby of her daughter.

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Mom is forty-five; son marries girl,

A beautiful blond, into fine art.

Mom doesn’t like her; girl’s a phase.

Son has three kids and stays married.

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Daughter won’t talk; sends home one more —

Squalling infant for Grandma to —

Care for and work too; step-Opa glad, 

Never had kids, he loves his grandbabies.

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The grandbabies grow and she’s pushing —

Sixty-five-years; grandkids moving —

Out; hoping they do better than her —

Sweet daughter; dead, needle marks proof.

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She wants to travel, she’s been all —

Over the world but only for work.

So Oma and Opa see the —

World divine; slowing down in life.

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She teaches, a class or two for —

Dumb first-year engineer students, 

Doesn’t know how they’ll fill her shoes, 

But they’ve all this technology.

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Eighty-six and she’s alone; her soul —

Mate, he passed away; time speeds through, 

She has a dog that keeps her happy, 

But she out-lives the dog as well.

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Grains of sand sifting, her time comes, 

In hospital they can’t believe she’s, 

One-hundred-and-one; she dies with —

Great-grandkids crying for their Oma.

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This, is a lifetime you say not —

One single day, but you don’t see,

How with such quickness, a lifetime —

Is reduced to one significant —

One magnimounous little, 

Day before God; finally, wandering home.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

We’ve got a date…You and I 👡👔🎶🎤🍰🍡☕


Please stop by Jacqueline’s. She throws a fantastic party!

a cooking pot and twistedtales

It’s a blog party this weekend 28/29th May Join the meet, greet and mingle train. It’s always fun and full of awesome folks. We would like to meet you; oldie, newbie, in-between etc. It…

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Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: Too Many Eyes Watching The Cathedral Dome Restoration.


Thank you to Priceless Joy who hosts FFftAW each week.

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TJ. Paris

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“Gino you’re a talented Renaissance style art-restorer. We’re hopeful you can restore the painting of the dome frescos for the Cathedral.” Roberto an art historian said.

“Gentlemen,” Gino said, ” This dome was touched up recently, and not finished.”

“Can you complete it?” Marlin, the second art historian asked. 

Gino nodded, “For a price.”

“Of course,” Roberto readily agreed.

“Okay, I’ll start now.” Gino remarked, climbing the scaffolding with his tools.

 He worked tiressly until one morning Gino refused to go up the scaffolding.

“What is it Gino?” Marlin asked running from his office hearing the commotion between Roberto and Gino.

“Spiders, huge spiders everywhere. It’s why the first restorer never finished.” Gino said with disgust.

“But –” Roberto began, but Gino cut him off.

“Burn the place. Nothing but fire will destroy these specific spiders.” Gino insisted.

The frescos on the dome remain half restored. 

Gino spread the news through out Italy, gigantic spiders terrorize the famous Cathedral dome. 

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5 Great Things to Do in Writing for 2016


Great piece!

A Writer's Path

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by Victor Salinas

A new year signals a new beginning.

While the change of the calendar year is really nothing more than a formality, it can, in fact, be a powerful symbol in the human mind.

Most of us make resolutions at the end of each year. We promise ourselves and those close to us that we will strive to make a better, happier us.

So for all of us writers, here are five great things you can do in 2016 for your writing.

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