Before we begin, I stole the Word of the Year idea from Violet’s blog. so the credit is all hers. Let’s dive in.
Throwback Blogmas post for today. Enjoy, Arcians!
“This is Reginald Swinebottom presents and this is Day 2 of our 2018 Blogmas Premiere. Please join us tonight for “The 12 Days of Writing.” Our orchestra in the pit will accompany us and I will be directing our choir to help with tonight’s performance…”
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I went to check on one of my books today that I donated to a library for patrons to read. I like to visit my books. I say hello and check in on their well being and display them so people will pick it up to read. I’m caring like that; my books are very important to me.
Here it is, my vegan Crock Pot chili, one of the Saint’s favorites. Good anytime of the year, but especially in the Winter. High protein, high flavor, easy to make. Creates lots of leftovers unless you decide to eat it all in one sitting.
Take a break from writing Chapter 46 and let’s fuel up, shall we?
You’ll need a chef’s knife, can opener, a cutting board, a Crock-Pot and a frying pan. A Labrador with an intense gaze who also starred in your book is optional, but highly recommended.
Happy weekend, everyone. I’ll be doing some writing and polishing of my writing room. What will you be doing?
Also, do you need a book to read this weekend? Why, here you go. And that Lab below? She may have inspired a dog in that book…
Four cheers for my Introverting mug. It can be found on Etsy. Cheers.
A flower of red
Soft warmth against my forearm
A life struggles on.
A tiring day.
The Amber Eyes keeps whining.
To rest, is foreign.
To quote John Pinette, sometimes I lose my cherub like demeanor. Whether it’s in parking garages, the daily commute or someone being a me-monster, my clock of patience winds down with humanity more quickly these days. The hour hand suddenly jams and can’t move. Soon the second hand gets stuck and the minute hand ticks solitarily in place. I start to twitch while calculating coffin sizes in my mind.
Why, you think to yourself, are humans so selfish? I checked out a few theology books* at the library the other day, as we INTJ Christians do, to review the apologetics. One of the books answers tough questions about life, like why evil exists and why paper cuts happen. The Archangel Gabriel tapped me on the shoulder while I was checking out. I saw he had some comic books in his hands: X-Men Archangel of all things. He was frank with me, as usual: “Try dealing with your kind for thousands of years, kid. Some of us angels are difficult, too, but that’s a whole other story. By the way, can you autograph my copy of Memory Bound? Make it out to “Gabby the Angel”. Michael will keep his paws off it that way…”
First of all, a big thank you to Steve and Muffin for the nomination. I read their blog almost daily, particularly when I need to relax and help my mind wind down after a long day of work. If you like animals, Canada, country living, along with some good humor and interesting escapades, check out his blog and subpages. It’s good medicine. 🌷
And don’t forget about Muffin’s page. If you do fail to visit, she just might shred those lovely shoes you’re wearing. And nobody wants that, do they?
Two weeks ago you came across a sewing pin in a restaurant, a neat restaurant, mind you, that was set inside a historic house. You’re waiting for your vegan meal when you spot the pointy fiend on the floor. You pick it up to save someone’s foot and…wham! You’re transported through time and, what’s that? You’re getting married? Read the comments in that entry to see the endings people came up with for this pointed tale. (See what I did there?)
So let’s get to it. This week’s prompt. You’re at a movie theater, yours to describe. You got your tickets scanned with the beep-boop laser gun and you’re granted access into the dimly lit movie theatre hall. You’re waiting to go into your theatre room when a teenager comes out of a side bathroom and suddenly stares at you. He places himself in the middle of the hallway and spreads his arms out to either side, standing perfectly still, legs tightly together. Your eyes drift away in embarrassment and then drift back, assessing the situation. You sense he’s playing with you and waiting for a response. You don’t sense a threat. So you respond.
“Are you flying?” you ask, ever so bluntly.
The teenager shifts and you sense a crack of embarrassment seeping through his act. Clearly he didn’t expect you to confront his odd behavior and so politely.
“High as a kite,” he responds.
He lowers his arms, grins, and begins to walk away. He disappears, directly through a solid wall. You’re the only one who saw him, you realize, and the wall is still shimmering where he went through. You decide to follow, wondering what on earth just happened and what this guy’s deal is. The movie can wait for the moment…
So writers. What do you find? What happens? And more importantly, did you order me a pretzel? No butter or dairy, please. That vegan thing is real.
The rules are below. No winners/losers, per usual. I’m really curious to see the directions you’ll take with this. Pass the pretzel, wouldn’t you? You’re hogging it.
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