Catching Up on Me-Time


I love this Kelli’s blog. A good post on taking some time for yourself .

It’s hard sometimes to catch my breath. I feel like I’m always running around with a million things on my to-do list and each day the list grows bigger and bigger. Most of the time, I put the pressure on myself as I like to stay busy and sitting still makes me a little uneasy.

There are times when I’m at my breaking point and really have to remind myself to slow down, take a breath, stop being so uptight, and just relax. Item #56 on the  to-do list can wait for another hour or the next day even- as long as no one gets hurt and it’s not a life or death situation (most of the time, it isn’t!).

Catching Up on Me-Time by Le Zoe Musings2

I’ve made a more conscious effect to carve at least 15 minutes out of each day to reset.  That goal is getting a little easier because the weather is…

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Sunday Photo Fiction: One Thing at a Time


When you see a tire lying emeshed in ice and snow by a frothing icey river, you don’t think much about what you’re seeing. What would a random tire say if it could talk?  Would it tell you the story of the SVU it was apart of? There were two young children in the vehicle.

How fast was their mother driving on the slick roads? Sally wasn’t paying attention and was texting and talking on her phone while driving. She was too busy having a conversation with her friend about a playdate.  Sally was too busy texting her husband to pick-up milk on the way home. Tom and Isla were playing; they were giggling and laughing in the back seat and were hushed by Sally.

Then the SUV started to hydroplane and Sally tried to break, but the vehicle was spinning and slipping down the side of the road and she couldn’t hault the SUV against the slush and snow. She couldn’t stop it from driving into the river.

Sally remembers the screaming of her children. She doesn’t know how she got out of the SUV, only that she had been crying out for Tommy and Isla from the moment she was dragged from the river. Sally keeps asking for her children. She wants to go back to the river to look for them.

Finally she sees them, white faced with  blue lips, eyes closed, and peacefully frozen; they are sculptures. She waits for their tiny chests to rise, to breathe. Even adults who are experienced swimmers can’t survive in raging winter rivers. But Sally waits, tears frozen to her face.


Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting!

Go Eskimos Go! Bring the Greycup to Edmonton!

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Poem: Word Wrestling 


Pages of books not written; I’m smitten with writing and making connections. Between the exertions of the mind and the final piece laid out before me; a master piece a sculptural word image.

Many pages have been torn out so worn with notes and ink they had to be reborn upon the laptop screen, reformed and moved around until an agitation would cease to exist inside the writer’s mind.

Placing words are like placing memories. A smell of leather and glue can you bring you back to those first books, the classics, made in ancient form; but now the books aren’t even paperback or on thick paper; now the books are read from phones and tablets. It’s a new form of perception for words.

Words have no meaning until you make them a sentence, until you move them around with more of their kind and place them between periods, commas, semi-colons, question marks, and other punctuation. But in saying that, arrange them properly or abandon all hope.

Words don’t have meaning until you say what you mean using examples and making the sound of the words pleasing; perhaps, you’ll alliterate or personify. Or maybe you’ll say exactly what you meant sparsely and short.

These words are all tools to build the illustrious novel, the poetry book, the poster, the newsletter, or the magazine. You can use them with images snapped by a camera, but you can make them an image. Smash together words like ants coming from a hole in the wall.

You can poison with words the way you kill ants – Borax and Icing sugar – a deadly sweet treat like words that linger for their artifice. Words that are artificial, extending their life just to be, we don’t need them here.

We could spend hours debating word usage, sentences, and clauses. But who cares really? I just wanted you to comprehend the connection of words to final draft, to your fait accompli. I wanted you to dream while you type away that words can actually mean a great deal when they are used properly.

They can snake into your mind, a superhuman surprise and in a rush you’ll hurry to write down your word picture. You’ll create another part, a piece of the pie, and for moments you’ll dream sipping on endings. And eventually it will fit, click and create the last words ever written on the subject by your author, unknown. But you can call her Jane Doe.

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Poem: A Night at Home


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On a lonely Saturday night she sat at home, turning textbook pages. She was supposed to be reading but the words blurred before her.

Like any other night she was at home, no place to go when you have limited energy. No place to go when your friends are coupled up.

The night outside was peaceful, and it was warm for November. When the darkness rolled in, it was fast a midnight sky.

And the stars twinkled down on her, she hadn’t seen them glimmer in ages; she felt as if they knew her secrets, that she longed to be strong again.

But the stars had heard billions of pleas for change and prayer to prevent suffering. They reigned down supreme as many begged to Him ‘on high’ for relief.

The snow lit the ground so it was slightly easier to see. When you drove home it shone, a white neon sign that was to remain until April.

And the houses with their lights off were slightly alarming. The world was out celebrating that the holidays were here. But some people were just stuck, marinating in their chairs.

But not everyone could party on warm nights. Some such as her, had things to do and places to be tomorrow.

But what she wouldn’t trade to be as most everyone, to not have to worry when the clock struck midnight. Not to have to feel a sickening in her stomach.

To not feel a terrible exhaustion hit her and feel herself fading away while the people around her move like puppets, never knowing that for her something isn’t right

The sound becomes to much, her ears are hurting. There are too many people here now. And she runs for the door only to be stopped by a woman she knows little, slurring her words on Bourbon.

Yes, better to stay at home and have a glass of wine. Better to stay at home and ace the exam on Tuesday. Better to be well for tomorrow and do some Christmas browsing. Better to be well.

But she can’t stop from wanting what she knows she can’t have. She prays every night but He ‘on high’ keeps whispering for her to go on, how she is. She’ll be fine.

And for her, that’s not an option. That’s not a choice. That is a sentence given and she lacks the power to change her direction.

Flipping pages is alright some of the time. But some nights are for party dresses, and high heels. Some nights are for music and a fantastic meal.

Some nights are for friends and staying up until dawn. Some nights are for memories that keep carrying you on.

But some nights are for typing and writing a poem. Writing on the screen what she is thinking and wondering if anything will change.

Or if the world will keep on spinning endlessly, ignoring her prayers. But she keeps on writing because it’s an escape from her mind.

Where the wheels are turning and the clock won’t go round, wondering when she can again begin; to begin anew, does that take until New Years?

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Writing 101: Day 20 – The End (A Poem) 


Prompt: Wrap it all up.

The end has come. Fairwell for now. It’s time to go out on your own now.

Though you’ll be back to learn some more. For now, we say Adieu and Ciao.

You are changed since you first began, with everyday you grew.

And now you return to where you started; your journey has come full circle.

You are stronger after what you’ve been through, and writing everyday you became a mouth piece.

You scribbled and wrote, took. pictures, and typed until your fingers were sore.

This writing journey has not ended, you’ve just touched on a prologue.

Once the ember is ignited you can’t shut out the light.

Light defies darkness, it comes in out worst times to shut out the terrifying pitch black.

Don’t be afraid; your terrors and woes, your happiest times, fretful moments, and memories of all kinds — they will build your power.

One should not often wield a sword in this world, so let us wield a pen and write the rights and wrongs, the haves and have nots.

Let us write of every topic, of every feeling, of the pieces of a broken heart, and hearts sealed with a silver kiss.

But we are done. Fini. Don’t you know that you have a choice; a decision on whether you can do this unaided.

You have the skills to let words fly; to inspire and grow until words form a language that speaks to the entirety.

No word was ever wasted. Edited, but it existed for a reason. You’ll revise endlessly.

And finish with a matter of letting memories collide; as thoughts that you have completed one small journey provide you with satisfaction sublime.

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Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers – To a Special Woman


She was sitting alone on a beach and she felt different than she had ever felt. She was young and beautiful and she was perfect; her beauty had no flaws. She was eternally youthful and magnificent. She could do anything she wanted her body was limber and strong.

The beach was the most peaceful place she had ever been. The tide washed up, but the water was transparent. The sand was white like pearls and glimmered. Her perfect eyes took in everything; her vision so sharp she could see far away. And where her vision stopped a seeing in her mind took over.

That’s when she realized she felt no pain. No pain, it was the strangest feeling. There was no aching in her bones. No headache and no sickness. Their was a sense of well-being and harmony within her. She knew then that there was only one place she could be, and she smiled in her radiant youth and walked towards the brilliant orange setting sun.

In Memory of Barbara Beacham.

 

Poem: Grow


Growth is a strange thing to watch from a distance; to see your bestfriends when you were young, become ‘adult’adults.

To see the drinking binges slow to every now and then; to not order drinks with dinner because we’re trying to be healthy.

To see your friends not stuck anymore in someplace that was holding them back; to see them educate themselves for work and travel for training.

To see them couple up; to see couples years together break it off; to see some couples get married to people who actually complement them.

To see your friends have babies, one or two or three; to sit at a table where Mommy topics are debated; and staying healthy, eating fresh, organic, vegetables and meat is the score.

To have friends in high school and in university who have passed away; to wonder where they went. To hope that they went to heaven because you know no one is invincible to death. 

To have friends who suffer diseases : cancer, MS, and mental illness; depression is a common thing and so is anxiety, yet our awareness that we could have any disease at our age is covered by our blinders. 

To have had a job or two in actual grown-up jobs that pay salaries that pay the bills; that you can shop for your own food; take care of a pet; to save and move into a house. 

I watch you all growing and I’m proud that you’re grown. I just hope you keep growing and never ‘act’ old. Even though your responsible to your partner now.

 I watch from the distance and you don’t see it because I’m slower then you; but I am growing too.

I have to grow in a different way to find balance in my world. I need to grow in spirit and imagine what is possible. I pray to grow just as you do someday. 

Writing 101:Day 19 – Bevy of Blogs Part 2


If you read part one, you were able to enjoy ten wonderful bloggers whose writing keeps me interested. I wanted to share with you another ten today because after I wrote the list yesterday, I thought of so many more bloggers I like.Then the list became longer and I ended up with fifteen bloggers, so here is part two:

  1. Mihran Kalaydjian is a beautiful lady and talented musician who sings wonderfully. Check out her blog and the wonderful music compositions and poetry she contributes to it. She has a lovely voice that is emotional and evocative.
  2. Only 100 Words  is a blog by Sonya who writes a 100 word story everyday. Her stories are thought provoking and wonderfully descriptive for being only 1oo words. She also participates in Flash Fiction and takes some fantastic photography.
  3. A Cooking Pot and Twisted Tales a blog written by Jacqueline  who shares stories and writing about her life, often with a lesson behind her stories. She writes in a certain way so that the beginning of her paragraphs are bold which is a great tool for making the reader pay attention to her sentences. Her blog description is ” Disgruntled me, Contented Me, Me as a Whole Personality, Getting in Touch.”
  4. I Care, U Care‘s blog by FunSimplicity is a blog that reads: ” Count your blessings not your woes.” She is an awesome creative writer who writes interesting stories. FunSimplicity also participated in NaNoWriMo writing 50, 109 words for her novel which was a Fantasy book. She also participates in Flash Fiction.
  5. Life Home and Away  by creatingahome (Chioma) is a fantastic writing blog with the moto: “creating a home anywhere in the world.” Chioma writes on her blog home page: ” . . .[m]y blog is simply the inner workings of a young lady’s mind, stemming from a third world country into the atmosphere of the western world. Sometimes lost in transit, wandering off to a vacant space called my thoughts. But always aware of my final destination to create a home away from home. Three things am sure of: it will be bumpy, it will be fun and it will stretch us. Hope you have fun here and don’t hold back your thoughts.”
  6. I Smith Words is a blog by Laura who has a very unique writing style. She is gifted at short sometimes extremely short stories that have great imagery and impact. She also hosts a challenge called Literary Lion every two weeks. Bloggers are invited to write about a prompt topic that she provides (the last one was the word “ice”) and write an up to four-hundred word story and link it to her blog.
  7. Reflections of Life’s Journey by luckyjc007 (Jessie) about ” [l]essons, Joys, Blessings, Friendships, Heartaches, Hardships, [and] Special moments.” She writes that her ” blog will reflect on how we meet and deal with joys, disappointments and some really difficult times that we experience. Some will be of my own and others will be of family, friends, strangers, and fictional. I believe we can learn from others and also be reminded that we are not alone in the things we are faced with each day. I also enjoy writing things from the photo prompts as well.” She is a lovely, lady.
  8. Riddles and Pens is a blog by maynotbesoanonymous whose blog description reads “Riddle of the Century? Yes that’s her.” A relatively new blogger she was pleased to receive the Sisterhood of the World blogging award. One of her favourite pieces I read recently had to do with why guys are told to date a girl who reads. She concludes that a guy needs to ” [go] beneath the splendour of words, reach for my soul and see where beauty lies well concealed.”
  9. Black and Write a blog by Dom is an awesome poetry blog. Dom has been following my work for awhile and recently, I checked his blog out and immediately followed. His poetry is succinct and insightful and his tagline reads ” The Poetic Musings of Dom DIFranscesco.”
  10. The Great Journey by Joan is an excellent blog. Joan describes herself as a “typical girl trying to a have a positive outlook on life.” I like her pieces they are thoughtful, honest, and sometimes funny. Her blog tag reads “life, thoughts, experiences.” Her post on awkward moments was insightful and fun to read.
  11. Morpethroad by summerstommy2 is a blog written by Michael. I have been familiar with Michael’s work throughout Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. His ideas for writing are unique and so funny. He has a great sense of humour and it shows through his writing. He is as talented as he is hilarious.
  12. Clcouch 123 is a blog by Christopher who thinks of his blog as a place “to talk , so I’ll talk, we’ll talk.” He writes  difficult poetry well  and also writes Psalms on what he is experiencing in life. He is also great at responding to other people’s blogs and giving insightful comments; something I have appreciated.
  13. The Muscle Headed Blog is blogger who doesn’t write much but he does post fantastic pin-up pictures of models. If you are into vintage and retro his blog is full of lovely pictures of and is an interesting blog to visit.
  14. Life In Between is a blog by Jodi a talented watercolor artist and maker of handmade cards.  She shares recipes, some of which I have tried and that have been super delicious. Jodi also takes lovely pictures and writes about her life and writes poetry. As a treat, she sometimes allows her dog Charlie to blog.  I am a big fan of Jodi and Charlie. Her blurb under her blog title reads: “cherishing the moments… while cooking & baking, painting, photographing, & sharing musings from Mars.”
  15. World of Horror is a blog written by Amirhosein and is a “place for writers and book lovers.” He often writes posts about his favourite horror books by authors such as Stephen King. He shares articles on how to do certain aspects of writing such as having the right tools, and how to creatively visualize. He is writing his own book, what I have read has been well done.

Wow! I never realized how many great blogs I read until I started going through them. Guess what, there are still more! Some of them are hard to find because they don’t write all the time. But perhaps, I will have a third go at this another time. Thanks for reading! And let me know some of your favourite bloggers.

Writing 101: Day 19 – A Bevy of Bloggers.


Prompt: Feature a guest or bloggers you enjoy. 

Each time I write a blog, you are able to hear about my life and read my writing  on a variety of topics. I write about beauty, fashion, poetry, books I have read, movies I’ve seen, about health, about dealing with illness, what I am doing currently, about my relationships, courses, writing prompts, and memories. 

But a vital part of being a blogger is reading and commenting on other bloggers. It’s about following other people on their blogging journies and helping other people who share a love of writing on a variety of topics. So, here are some of the blogs I’ve been reading lately. 

1. Rantings of a Third Kind by Gun Roswell who writes that her blog is: 

A blog about everything and nothing. Fiction, fact, poetry, odes, homages, photography. Humour, yet some serious thoughts. And it’s all done in the best possible taste!

I love all the beautiful pictures Gun takes.

2. Randoms by a Random by Ameena who writes that her blog is “[b]logging away with random thoughts in form of poetry, stories and more…” Ameena is a talented writer whose poetry I thoroughly enjoy as well as her Mental Health Fridays.

3. Sound Bite Fiction a blog from a writer who is extremely talented at writing stories that give you the chills. He often writes dark stories with a twist. 

4.A Reading Writer a blog by Rosema who is an avid reader as well as a talented writer. If you would like a good book to read Rosema is the girl to ask!

5.All About Being Human is a fascinating blog often with thoughtful commentary about current issues. This bloggers latest post concerns racism and how people need to get over this hurdle.

6.Passion Through Poetry is a blog written by Vonita who shares moments of her life in prose and in beautiful poetry. 

7. My Words, My Life a talented blogger named Madeeha who writes fiction and non fiction and is great at describing a story creatively. “Words have power, express yourself,” is this bloggers mantra.

8. Nuggets of Gold is a blog by joyroses13 who recently has been writing stories from friends who provided three separate word prompts that need to be included in one story. Her stories are creative and thoughtful. I also love her inspiring quotes she shares each week. Joyroses13 also has some fantastic pictures from travelling. Her blog moto is ” [h]elping you to find the gold nuggets amidst the dirt, sand, and pebbles of life.” She is a lovely person. 

9.Living Disrobed is a fantastic beauty blog on “all things beauty. Makeup, fashion, nails, beauty tips, tutorials and giveaways.” Her latest blog I read had to do with some soft makeup brushes by Luxie.

10.  Beautiful Words blog by Priceless Joy is a blog that “inspires mental health through creative arts and friendly interactions.” PJ is also the host for Flash Fiction for Aspiring writers, so if you would like to write about a picture prompt every Tuesday, check out her blog. PJ is amazing and comments and reads on everybody’s blog. 

There are so many other blogs that I wasn’t able to share with you today. I randomly picked ten that came up on my iPhone a lot. Perhaps, in a future post, I can share some more exciting blogs with you.

Writing 101: Day 18 – Viva Las Vegas.


Prompt: Compose a series of anecdotes.

  
I destination I will always love to visit is Las Vegas. I have been there six times since I was twenty-two-years-old. Some people say it’s fake and gaudy. But there is a carefree and indulgent attitude held by the people who come to frequent Vegas. And the chances that I will get to visit Italy, Paris, and Rome (some of the places the hotel themes are based on) is much slimmer. I come to Vegas for the shopping, the shows, the good food, a comfortable and luxurious hotel room, the clubs, and to meet people who want to get away from the everyday hum-drum of life. 

  
My first visit to Vegas was with friends for eight days. We booked a Grand Canyon Tour that we had to be up for at 5:30 am to walk to catch a tour bus. The night before we played sociables, a drinking game, where each of the cards stands for something related to drinking. So, things such as girls drink, guys drink, give two drinks to whomever you choose, rhyme time etc. I went to bed about 1:00 am and my friends about 3:00 am. No one was a happy camper walking to Southpoint where this tour bus waited that morning. We all looked pasty and awful with our hangovers. And all of us were so tired we fell asleep as soon as the bus started driving to Arizona. The rest of the passengers thought it was funny how we all passed out. But we all woke up feeling much better and awestruck by the Grand Canyon. It is simply one of the most stunning natural sites I have seen in my life. 

Later on a night we had had decent sleep,  we rented a limo and drove all around Las Vegas. We saw Freemont Street at night, and dressed up for the evening, we participated in Tony and Tina’s Wedding, and later walked into a club at the Wynn Hotel called Tryst. It had a beautiful waterfall inside the club. We took lots of pictures that night and it was memorable being with my friends and figuring out how to maneuver our way around Vegas. 

  
I went back with friends to Vegas a year later. We were doing a three day stint, which means we were running on adrenaline due too a night that lasted to 5:00 am and days that began around 10:00 am. We saw and did a lot of interesting things in Vegas. I think the most memorable was The Phantom of the Opera at the Venetian Hotel. I also had my first massage the last day which was heavenily. 

Unfortunatly, a large chunk of this trip was pure girl drama. There was free champagne for ladies at a club we were at and our bartender was giving the champagne away like it was going out of style. I stopped drinking before my two friends, champagne tends to make me queasy if I have more then a a glass or two but my one friend threw up in a basin after way more champagne then that and we had to leave the club. Friction had been building between the three of us and one friend L decided to stay and flirt with some guys she met even though we had to leave because T was sick. L had a great boyfriend at the time, her husband now, and we liked him and felt bad for him; this wasn’t the first time she had been flirting with guys who were not her boyfriend. Anyways, the three of us made it back to our hotel room at the same time. 

I was so angry at my friend for ditching us and flirting with random guys instead. She was mad because she thought we left her. We yelled at each other loudly. I can only remember very few times I have been so mad at someone that I yelled at them like that. But this fight had been brewing all summer. My friend T tried to stay out of it but she couldn’t because she was the reason I was so mad at L for leaving us. L left the room immediately with her stuff, to stay with the other three girls we were there with. She wouldn’t talk to us. That night T and I cried in our room until the sun was high in the sky in our window at the Paris hotel. It took until October to work things out, and Vegas had been in August. 

  
With my parents Vegas was a different experience. We had a car to drive around in and we drove out to Red Rock Canyon. I did quite a bit of shopping with my Mom and we stayed at the hotel, the Venetion. The Fashion Show Mall in Las Vegas is awesome and so is shopping in the Forum Shops at Caeser’s Palace, and in the shops at the Venetion. If you are looking for a bargain you can try the Premium Shopping Outlet in downtown Las Vegas as well there are some more reasonably priced shops in Planet Hollywood. 

The Venetian hotel rooms were luxurious and beautiful. In colours of red and gold, two beds were swathed in curtains with a giant headboard. The beds are so comfortable and our room had a sunken living room beside the beds. The large bathroom had two sinks, a separate room for the toilet, a makeup vanity, a huge tub, and a roomy glass shower. Although it was beautiful, complete with a private pool on our level, it was incredibly ardeoush to get back to our room because the Venetian is a big hotel. But it was gorgeose because it had Italian Renaissance paintings and sculpture all over the hotel and you could step into the gondolas and travel right around the canal in the Venetian and outside where it was especially beautiful at night. The Belagio also has this beautiful light show that we watched when we were there. It is the same one from Oceans 11 where after the heist Brad Pitt, Matt Dameon, George Clooney, and all the other wonderful actors in that movie stood before leaving one at a time. 

  
  
There were other times and other memories that I have coming to Vegas. This last time was just my Mom and I. We spent a lot of time out in our bathing suit by the pool at Treasure Island (which is the closest hotel to all our favourite shopping destinations). Are room was not as nice as the Venetion or Paris rooms but still a huge step up from your average hotel room in most hotels else where. We saw different shows and shopped at varied places. We played the slot machines and got free drinks while we did.

In the end, Vegas is  a memorable place to visit, good or bad. I think everyone loves the crowds and rowdy atmosphere at 3:00 am. There are so many beautiful hotels too. But after a trip, it is always good to be in your own bed and away from the crowd.