Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is โkid.’โ Use it as a noun, use it as a verb; use it way youโd like. Have fun!
I’m not going to put on kid gloves. Sometimes writing is hard. But this time is going so easy. My characters are running faster than my fingers. It is so enjoyable when that happens.
Sometimes my characters jump around like little goat kids. I wish I could figure a way to tap the brain and drain it into the page, then sort through to see where the story is going.
Usually, by this point, I’m looking to find prompts or Sprompts on YouTube. But random pictures are driving the NaNo this year. It’s working so well, I wish I had used it years ago.
You know the saying, A picture is worth a thousand words. It’s giving me more than that. My characters jump into the picture full of themselves with humor, kidding each other and surprising me. What a fun month!
Why do I crash between two streams. I can’t decide which to start with.
The Notebook was a good movie.
Or
I have notebooks all over the house. I used to try and keep just one but when I’d try to reference a previous note I would leaf through everything to find the right one. Now I take notes in the closest notebook and hope for the best. Where was I sitting when I took that note?
The only notebook I treasure right now is the one on my piano. I write what I’m working on. If I’m tired. What I had for breakfast. Bike times. What YouTube lessons I’m listening to. About how much time I spend on that lesson and give myself a grade.ย Then I suggest to my tomorrow self what needs work.
I need to get better at Duolingo notes, Shorthand notes, sign language notes, yarning notes, appointments,phonecalls, drawing,book reviews and movie reviews but, hey, I’m proud of just the piano for now.
My only costume on most Halloweens is a T-shirt my son gave me ages ago.
We lived in Anaheim back then. My oldest and my future stepson worked at Knott’s Berry Farm.
Stream of Consciousness wants to remind me to tell of the time my family of six plus my mom, dad, and brother got into Disneyland for free. Not right now, ADHD brain.
Anyway, every year KBF throws a Halloween Haunt. I don’t do those. I know people love them. People in costumes…
Big confession here…
Anyone who changes their face and personality are scary to me. My adult self gets it. It’s pretending. I enjoy watching others enjoying their cons and costumes. I enjoyed playing Old Sally in Oliver and a maid in My Fair Lady, back in… The stream jumped me again, another story for later…
Anyway, who’s to say some crazy doesn’t jump into insanity and has real swords or real chainsaws…
Why would anyone want to scare someone else?
Isn’t it scary enough these days?
Don’t tell me I’m a chicken. I should trust?
Anyway, back into the original stream.
On my back where I don’t see it. Glow in the dark still working.
Front of shirt. The year my sons worked at KBF
The most fun I have on Halloween happens at midnight where I begin to pretend to be an author writing dangerously, words as fast as I can, to aim for 50K by November 30th at midnight.
There be some dangerous people and situations coming up, far from It’s a Small World, after all.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is โends with โish.’โ Find or make up a word that ends with โishโ and use it way youโd like. Enjoy!
“Meet you at 2-ish.” As a native Californian I heard plans like that a lot. As a teenager I could swing with that. But I was raised by Midwesterners. “Early is on time, on time is late. Late, get a new job.”
Now as a retired person with few appointments I’m glad I don’t have so many commitments and ish stays with fish.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is โpitch.โ Use it as a noun, use it as a verb, use it way youโd like. Have fun!
As my voice gets older my pitch wiggles around. I’m trying something new. Straw exercises. I couldn’t find any straws around here. We don’t have fast food here. So I was out of luck?
Nope. I diamond paint. So:
The tool to pick up the drills. I have a nice ergonomic one but each painting comes with these. I took out the metal bit and voila, a straw. Now I can work on my voice and pitch.
I bet you thought I’d pitch a sale about erecting an easy pitch tent.
There are learning disabilities that I have and have enhanced my life probably more than hurt me. But I’ve never tested for face-blindness. It isn’t the worst case. But mine goes way back. I bumped into a really good friend while shopping with another. It was probably 45 years ago so not a sign of dementia. The faces were familiar but names escaped me.
Often when watching a show I will state the face is familiar, but my son or husband have said, “You know this person.” Then they rattle off the actor’s name and title of the show I supposedly saw the star in.
When I meet new people I will often forget their faces and their names. If I remember either it is because I had a great conversation with the person. I find I can rattle off the whole conversation. And will suddenly recognize the now familiar face.
Time is, as Doctor Who says, “Wibbly wobbly, timey wimey.” Long and impossible. So impossible that if you are 12-1 month away, you don’t even think about it. But that month before birthdays, Christmases, or graduations, it stretches out unbearably.
When I was in first grade, I learned the misery time could be and the breeze it was. We were to get new pencils every six weeks. They were those big green pencils. You know, the thick ones that made it easier to learn our letters and numbers. I watched the other kids. Some hardly used theirs. Yet they got a new pencil anyway. I found that wasteful, even as a seven-year-old. So I used mine a lot. I mastered the fonts before me. I erased a lot with that huge pinky-orange eraser. I drew everything I could to use up as much of the six weeks as I could. I was so proud when I showed the teacher my well-chewed tiny stub of a pencil and remembered the teacher telling me I used my implement well. It was a breeze, those six weeks. Now to start the long trek with the shiny new pencil.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is โinner/outer.โ Use one, use both, use โem any way youโd like. Bonus points if you use both. Enjoy!
Streaming this in my head, the only thing that comes up is my second son’s favorite book when he was little. I can’t seem to find it. But the last page is stuck in my head for 50 years.
Mama, Mama, I went to town, Inside, Outside, Upsidedown!
Well, here it is at the end of the day and I still haven’t come up with a dibble much less a stream. In this little paragraph I’ve made at least 5 typos that were immediately corrected.
Most of the time, I’m grateful for the help for my fat fingers, but this time, the typo is the lack of same. ๐ซค
Working on my series: Haven.
Doodler (zendoodle.com)
Music major: voice and piano
Mom of four great adults
Reiki II practitioner
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.
Books, games, music, and life โ filtered through the mind of a writer, drummer, and philosopher who thinks too deeply about all of it. If it moves something in your chest, I'm interested.
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