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23
Nov

http://mumbletymuse.com/2015/11/17/may-in-bombay/

23
Nov

http://mumbletymuse.com/2015/11/19/a-word-to-the-not-so-wise/

23
Nov

http://mumbletymuse.com/2015/11/23/a-gift-for-baby/

23
Nov

 

 

11
Nov

The Thing I do Best is Now the Thing I Do FIRST

Shifting Priority

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,
baking cookies…
and  pies
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.

 ©Sometimes2015

8
Nov

A Word to the Wise

Why Blog?

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!

6
Nov

What My Future Holds, In Six Words

[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.

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5
Nov

My Favorite Quotation

[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

5
Nov

grand central station draft

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?

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5
Nov

Grand Central Station of the Universe

This is one of four photo images suggested for my Writing101 class, Word Press Blogging University.  The assignment was to choose a photo that reminds us of something, and to write about it.  I was in my living room, working on my little Kindle Fire–which I love, although it is not really helpful to me when writing posts for my blog, that need formatting and new images.  The Kindle has an operating system that is different from my laptop, and from my Main Frame (as I call my PC.)  This difference leads me to some grave errors, like publishing a DRAFT prematurely.

Here is the case in point: http://mumbletymuse.com/2015/11/04/grand-ceentral-station-draft/

grand central station photo

Anyway, back to the assignment for the day’s post.

I liked the photo of Grand Central Station, and started making an on-screen list of ideas and trial phrases.   A pattern started to emerge, and I thought I might play around with that idea.  I have NO idea why the first stanza is indented the way it is.  That was something the computer gremlins did all by themselves.

It was easy enough to get the machine to save the image, and I was able to locate it quickly.  But I could not get the picture ID to move into the draft post I was writing into WordPress.   Not wanting to get onto another device last night, I decided to wait until this morning, when I began working on my Main Frame, as I always do.

Well…imagine my shock as a couple of my main Followers commented in my message board this morning.  OH NO–that post was only in draft form, and not intended to see the morning light any time soon.   My intention was to see if I could get the image (or ask for help on the Commons,) clean up the verse or rewrite it completely before publishing it.

It even has a terrible typo in the Title!   (While I’m making excuses, I must say that my little tablet keys are quite sensitive, and tend to tap multiple letters when I only want one.)

OK, here comes the Writer part… like most writers, we do get attached to our words and phrases, and clever trips of the tongue.  We read something we have written and say to ourselves “…that isn’t bad…tweke a word here, put in a punctuation mark there, read it aloud to hear the smooth rhythm…”   OR (horrors) we read a piece of off-the-wall writing and say to ourselves “WHO wrote that junk?”

Yep, you guessed it–I LIKE the poem I wrote.  Oh sure, I could tweke it and punctuate it to death and take all the impromptu momentum away–thereby ruining it completely.

Having made that admission, I will also say that as I was composing the post last night the thought was still implanted that it was just a draft, maybe even a laundry list of possible ideas for a story.  I love the image, which reminds me of something–as intended by the assignment–and the people in the picture began to telepath to me their emotions, confusion, fears, disappointments.   Of course the general human hub-bub inherent in the image rather quickly became personal…their thoughts were my thoughts and vice-versa.

Isn’t everything personal at some level?