Here I am, re-blogging one of my own posts. This is a short story I wrote for Word Press’ course, Fiction 101,, in April 2015. Hope my readers will enjoy the story.
[WRITING 101–DAY FOUR: Something that I had once but lost.]
We are back in the days of the sailing ships powered by great billowing canvas panels, dependent on wind power. I am not sure of the year, or even the type of sailing vessel. It may have been a great Clipper Ship, or a fast-treacherous slaver, or a grand warship complete with cannons. Maybe it was one of those Egyptian ships run by man-power, rowers whose jobs depended on their keeping rhythm, and almost super-human strength and durability.
But no, my sense of adventure and grandeur is getting ahead of me here, and in truth I believe the ship that I am on is actually a medium-size fishing vessel. The chances are my knowledge of fishing and shipping is limited by lack of years…I’m only 15. Except for basic techniques and words of caution from my father and uncles, my brothers…
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I have decided to change my priority
without worrying about inferiority
or the ways of the majority.
No longer will I pretend to put domestic concerns
ahead of my life’s purpose — Writing!
Back in the day any writing I did was secondary,
or confined to the secretary’s desk.
For a housewife back then
furtive moments were doled out as rewards
or stray opportunities to pen
wayward words or purloined phrases,
words of wisdom…
a note, a word, a reminder
–confined to the backs of envelopes
or shopping lists,
written in pen or pencil…or lipstick
or eyebrow pencil…
Gone are the days when making soup,
scrubbing and ironing…
or dashing through the store with a grocery cart
–all had top priority over the Writing Art.
No frilly little aprons or caps
are needed to fulfill MY kind of Real Work–
no pretty cotton dresses
and certainly no high heels!
For now on–I have decided that Writing has top priority
and rather than hide it (regardless of seniority)
the thing I do best is the thing I do FIRST.
All it takes to write in a Blog
Is a Writer who is a Blogger
and a Reader who reads Blogs.
If someone is reading that Blog
–even if the blog is about nothing
then all the components are there:
the Blogger blogs,
and the Reader reads.
And IF he is reading, and she is blogging
then there is a connection
a piece of her mind
for good or for bad
is read and ingested
and taken to heart.
So what if the Post is about Nothing?
If its being read someone is interested
this is obvious right from the start.
The Key to blogging may be
not so much clever phrases
or figures of speech
as simply a communication.
So, if a blog is about Something
then it can’t be about Nothing.
What does that all mean?
If one is blogging…
well, they are blogging.
and if Reading?
Thank you for reading along!
[Daily Post Prompt for today: Write a six-word story about what you think the future holds for you, and then expand on it in a post.]
Writing at last, I’m happy now.
Expansion on the title story: “WHAT MY FUTURE HOLDS”
That short story, consisting of SIX WORDS, is self-explanatory–even if it does sound a bit like an epiteth that might be chiseled into my tombstone, IF I intended to have one. But this tiny story, consisting of just six words, a comma, and a period…is anything but maudlin, rather a declaration of a specific stage and purpose in life.
Writing has been to me like a figurative carrot-on-a-stick , promising an eventual reward for years-served. Although I have been writing all of my life, sometimes even getting paid for it, and have used writing skills in one form or another throughout my years as a news reporter, student, instructor, secretary, clerk, and so on…I always had the feeling that I was just biding my time waiting for the time when I could just Write.
All that time writing for “practical” purposes, I had a feeling of guilt…pressure and obligation to various pursuits which did not include Writing as I longed to do.
This all sounds terribly self-serving and contrite, and I confess that I would never be writing this post for a more general audience. The people that I am aiming at are other Writers. These–You are all Writers, real writers that live and breathe writing, and long to spend the most of their time at their keyboard–or with a pencil and paper. No eye-rolling here…I firmly believe I am among kindred souls.
So what my future holds is…I hope…Writing. I recently discovered poetry (again) and am absolutely in love with it! I know that when I publish a post or a photograph, there are readers out there. I’m not so vain as to believe that anyone waits anxiously every morning to see if I have produced something spectacular overnight. Hardly.
But the thing about blogging in and with a community of other bloggers, is that everyone is in the same boat. We write, and we want others to read our writing–but hey, if they don’t–well, it is Out There and available for Readers.
Once we hit the PUBLISH button, it is in the universe of myriad writers, our work there with the greatest writers who ever lived. WHO IS THAT? you ask? Well, that is subjective of course. One person’s Shakespeare is another’s Stephen King, or Dr. Suess. There is no judgemental clicking of tongues when a physicist likes to read Mickey Spillane, or when a historian (like me) really, really enjoys reading Philippa Gregory’s version of the adventures of the English royalty.
I still have a LOT to write about. Never at a loss for words, more build up inside my brain faster than it is possible to squeeze them out onto the computer screen. So my future holds more of the same, but with a concentration and preferential option for the craft of Writing. Obviously there is no time frame, my future could include twenty more years–or not.
[Day 5 Writing 101 assignment is to prepare a blockquote featuring a favorite quote.]
Always know what you will do if your first plan fails.
~ J. Paul Getty
the grand central station of the universe
souls of the travelers
lost in time
waiting eternally for their Lost Ones
waiting for the other shoe to drop
searching for the One that has come and gone
taking along the tattered and lonely souls
and broken hearts existing on the edge
and biding their time in waiting
What track is this?
did I miss my connection?
How far have I traveled afar and wide
should I have waited?
waited for you to return, even though you
said you wouldn’t…or couldn’t
did you say you should not?
though I know you wanted to.
There was never time to see it through
to a conclusion, whatever that could have been
is lost in a never-ending conundrum
what would have happened?