In the progression of Fall, today we have had rain and it’s chilly. The trees are nearly naked.
Isn’t it great that we don’t loose our hands, fingers, feet, and toes every Fall. Bare limbs just seem so sad.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is โbody parts.โย Pick a body part and talk about it. Make sure to leave a comment below or put a disclaimer at the top of your post if itโs NSFW! There are people who participate in SoCS and love to support others, but not every one will want to read about private parts. Have fun!
In the progression of Fall, today we have had rain and it’s chilly. The trees are nearly naked.
Isn’t it great that we don’t loose our hands, fingers, feet, and toes every Fall. Bare limbs just seem so sad.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is โbody parts.โย Pick a body part and talk about it. Make sure to leave a comment below or put a disclaimer at the top of your post if itโs NSFW! There are people who participate in SoCS and love to support others, but not every one will want to read about private parts. Have fun!
With NaNoWriMo coming up fast, I’ve decided to forgo the rest of #Inktober. The story the first ones of the month prompted will be rewritten possibly as the main NaNo 50K or as part of a threesome I need to finish from before. I will use the prompts in the story and make drawings or sketches.
There is only one week to prepare for the three projects.
What made me decide this? I haven’t played my recorders for days. Having too much to do only makes me feel guilt. Guilt makes me unproductive. So I need to figure out my time better to keep it free and fun.
I got more of the story written to go with #inktober, but I haven’t finished the pictures. If I get the time I’ll start adding the pictures. Just a bit of a review Crystal was leading the pickle flavored guard, William, and her new friend Cindy to her trailer.
Crystal led the trio to her trailer. It was a cozy RV. “William, take these and hit the shower.” Crystal tossed him a towel and a sweatsuit “It’s a little too big for me so it’ll probably fit you. At least until your uniform is clean and dry. Toss them out before you shower and I’ll wash the clothes.”
After his shower, William sat in his temporary sweat clothes beneath the clock. The ticking was louder than the rain on the roof.
Cindy started laughing.
“What?” William asked as he finger combed his mop on top. “There wasn’t a good gel to contain this mess!”
Even with the dryer balls bouncing in rotation the tick tock grew louder.
“Hey!” Cindy jumped up and pointed to a stream of water leaking from the ceiling.
Crystal grabbed a pot to capture the flow. It filled quickly. “Oh, boy! That’s a big one!” Crystal was getting stressed. William saw the crystals in her eyes. He knew what that meant. He looked around and noticed the football helmet. He looked under the sink and found the stuff for stopping leaks. He donned the helmet. “It’ll keep my hair out of my eyes”
William went straight out into the rain and climbed up the ladder on the back of the RV. He found the hole on the roof and plugged it.
Back inside soaking wet again, William looked at Crystal. “I don’t suppose you have another sweatsuit?”
“No, but there’s a robe hanging in the bathroom.”
They tossed the sweats in the dryer.
William felt silly in the satiny robe but it was far better than another hallucinating session.
Everyone sat near the fireplace. It wasn’t real. But it did warm them physically and calm their souls like a real fireplace.
“How did you come by your name, Crystal?” Cindy asked.
There that’s the story so far now I have to get busy on the drawings and continue the story later hope you enjoyed it.
I might have finished my Inktober drawing and story. Thank goodness for Stream to get a blog published today. And putting off for later what could have been done yesterday and this morning.
Oh, and then. If only I could leave a loom open rather than immediately setting up the next pair of socks, I would have had more writing time. But gifts want to be given.
I had planned to finish my #Inktober for the last three days but, life, you know? I even know where the story goes, so, here’s the first sketch. I’ll finish the rest and add ‘compass’ tomorrow somehow. Below the roof, tick, and helmet sketch.
Finally, done with the things like my walk, winter clothes out, and summer put away. Hey, did I tell you I’ve managed another 36+ hour fast? I’m pretty jazzed about that. It has taken me a LONG time to get to this point. I decided Sunday is best for the day to skip food. It gets more of a spiritual feeling as I try to find which things to focus my thoughts on. And just like the fast I did with my husband for his procedure last week, I find the hours 24 and 25 the most difficult. After that, it is a piece of cake. I broke that fast with two slices of bread with butter and one egg. And I didn’t get sick from it! Yay!
The fall progress picture was taken after my walk.
The trees and mesquite bushes are shedding quite a lot.
So on to my #Inktober submission and a continuation of the story.
“Crystal, wake up!” Her fan was shaking her.
“Go away. Let me sleep!” Crystal groaned. Then she rolled over. She was cold. She pulled on her hood and stuck her hands in her pockets. “Oh, it’s over?”
The fan was surprised. “Yeah. What was all that? Was it real?” The fan held out her hand. “Cindy, by the way. My name is Cindy.”
Crystal took Cindy’s hand and allowed Cindy to help Crystal to her feet. “Hi, Cindy! What happened?” Crystal knew. But each of her helpers experienced these things far differently from what Crystal knew as the truth.
“Were you a lizard? Who killed the guard? And should we go help that guy?” Cindy asked and pointed to another corner where a barrel seemed to be calling out with a hand waving. “And what is that sour smell?”
Crystal sniffed the air and wrinkled her nose. “Ew! Yeah. What is that?”
Crystal and Cindy walked toward the barrel. As they got closer, the word ‘Pickles’ gave them the odor’s origin. “They must be rotten pickles.” Crystal stated. She reached into the barrel and pulled out a man in a soggy green uniform. A puffy sopping hat was in his other hand.
“William! How did you get in here?” Crystal asked.
“There was a huge wind. It blew off my hat. The hat fell into the barrel. I had to go in and get it. But that was when I got stuck. I’m so glad you found me before I was pickled.”
Crystal laughed. She understood how all this happened. She wanted to hug her friend, but, ick! “Let’s go back to my trailer, and I’ll explain it all to both of you. After you shower and change into clean clothes, that is. You’re quite the guard, Will! And you were put into quite the pickle!” She laughed again.
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I have been on disability/retired for 10 years now from depression, anxiety and fibromyalgia.
Hi! my name is Sebastian (You can call me Seb!) ...welcome to my Blog. I'm a photographer from Worcester, Worcestershire, England. Thanks for dropping by! I hope you enjoy my work.
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