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Today’s prompt is piece/peace. All the little pieces of my life that make me crave peace. There are so many pieces of me scattered about that it is hard for me to find the peace that I seek everyday. There is the piece that resides with all four of my children, the pieces that my […]
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Today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt is “vary/very“. The thought of writing about these two words makes me vary concerned or should that be very. I know that both vary and very have two totally different meanings but in the mind of a writer who is an over thinker, you start to question yourself about
Scattered thoughts written on bits of paper. Not really. More like typed on bits of assorted electronics. Sometimes I miss writing on paper. Nice new clean paper with that new paper smell. That smell like a book opened for the first time, to reveal the world hidden inside. Blank paper with nothing but possibility waiting
People say that part of letting go of the guilt of the past is forgiving yourself. Telling yourself you did the best you could at that moment in your life, that once you knew better you did better. What if you didn’t?
If U Know Better U Do Better But What If U Don’t? Read More »
Today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt is compliment/complement. I have never thought of these two words together before. But now, now that I have thought about them and how they could accidentally be interchangeable in my writing, now I will over think them. Great! One more combination of words for me to over think while
I recently found out about Grace Black’s Three Line Thursday Challenge and decide that this week I would try it. How it works is a picture is posted and you must write using only three lines, 10 words max on each line and 30 words total. You must write something that elicits emotion and tells
The Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “information.” My contribution this week is a Stream of Consciousness poem. I usually spend hours and days working on a poem before I send it out into the world but today I am sending it out as it is no editing except for spelling. It is
Just woke up a few minutes ago. Trying to get myself together to get my day going. Fleeting memories of Amber’s hands pass through my peripheral vision. They look rough from years of dishes. She says they are scarred now because she shoots up in her hands. Those tiny little perfect hands that look like
