Whims of Writing
just my wild imagination
Monday, May 11, 2020
Writing About What Matters Most
I'm not sure where to begin. I haven't written anything new lately, but I intend to. This virus has opened up a whole new window of understanding of where our world is now headed. Good? Bad? I see that people are having opinions across the board every which way. I don't understand what happened to our first amendment right to speech. Forums should be open to civil discussions. The mainstream media is playing bias games. It's sad that we are all going through this. Lost friendships along the way, I think is the hardest in all this, but at least when you stand your ground on your principles that will happen. Not everyone sees the same things, some are blinded to only their truth. This blog will not be about political issues when it comes to writing. I have so many other stories I want to tell that have nothing to do with politics. I am, however, setting up several other blogs for political writing as I see it. Freedom of speech is still a right, the Constitution is still the law of the land as well as our Bill of Rights. Don't submit to the hate, love your neighbor as yourself, look up, and keep the faith.
Monday, June 24, 2019
Without Writers
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Earth's Flowers Designs Never really thought about it, but I assume we would all have some inspiration from the world surrounding us. Good, bad and ugly for sure. What do you think? |
Tuesday, November 7, 2017
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The Birth of Mazzy the Mermaid Princess
The Birth of Mazzy the Mermaid Princess
Friday, October 21, 2016
My 1976 Selfie
It was a hot summer day in 1976 that I took my first “selfie.”
I was in a small dorm room located on a community college campus in East
Texas.
I was taking a summer photography class and had been lent a
camera by the photography Instructor. It was a box with a mirror and I had to hold
it steady and long to have the light come into it and the picture engraved on
the negative.
I stood in front of the mirror in my room and held the box
close to my body as I looked up and waited for the image to be taken. I couldn’t
move and didn’t want to breathe. It’s
not the same as today when you can put your cellular phone up and just snap. If
you don’t get it right you delete and take another one. No, this one was different. You didn’t know how
the image would come out in the dark room until you processed the film and put
the paper into the water bath of chemicals to see the output that would magically
appear!
That summer I took a lot of pictures, mostly of my nieces
and nephews. I was amazed at the clarity and expressions I captured. I really
liked my selfie. It showed me as the smart ass I was in school. I was a Rebel of the seventies. I thought I
knew everything and no one could tell me otherwise. I captured my rebellious
youth and independence.
I really didn’t know as much as I thought looking back in
hindsight. I only imaged most things which weren’t at all the way they truly
were. Regardless I captured my image that showed who I was in that moment in
time like people do today only more frequently due to technology.
I had someone tell me that this generation invented the
selfie (maybe the name) but I have to differ since I have my own from 1976 and many others, mainly
Photographers, of the past have theirs to prove the existence of a long ago
sensation of taking one’s own self portrait. The difference is with the instrument,
be it a cellular phone, camera or even a paint brush. It is the concept of immortalizing one’s self
with an image from a moment of time.
Tuesday, July 5, 2016
Just Keep Moving
This is a fictional story based on true events written for an assignment in my writing class.
The ship was headed out to sea. The coast line of California was barely
visible as it headed at full speed toward the Hawaiian Islands. Pearl Harbor had just been bombed only days
before on December 7, 1941 by the Japanese Imperial Army and the USS. McCoy
was being deployed to help with the search and rescue mission. The crew was
still in shock and hardly anyone spoke on board as they headed out to help
their fellow sailors.
“Hey, Rick do you have a cigarette?” Charlie asked.
“Yea, here you go.
What do you think we will find there?”
“Beats me, but it won’t be good. I can’t understand why we didn’t know. How could this happen to us? You know I had orders to transfer to the
U.S.S. Arizona two weeks ago but they postponed them until they could replace
me. Lucky me. It could have been
me. I just don’t know why it wasn’t.”
“Charlie, sometimes things are meant to happen for a reason,
Rick said. I know. I once missed a flight out of New York,
headed for Alabama and it crashed. It
wasn’t meant to be. This is what was
meant to be, you and me going to Hawaii and cleaning it up. Next stop Japan. Next stop Germany. It won’t end.
We will keep cleaning up the mess. “How long have you been in?”
“Too long. I was going
to be discharged in August but re-enlisted since I was promised an assignment
in Hawaii. What a joke now. I guess I am now officially assigned there
but not like I thought I would be.”
”Well, to make you feel good, I was scheduled to be
discharged yesterday! Thank you Japan!
Now my lucky ass is good for at least another year, two or however long it
takes. Help us all if we enter the war
with Germany. I might never leave. ”
Rick looked up at the blue sky and was silent for about five
minutes as both men contemplated the weight that was now on their
shoulders. The only sound they could hear
were the waves as they beat against the ship.
War was inevitable and a world war at that. Rick looked back down and turned to
Charlie. “Remember your fate will happen
no matter what. Lucky one day, maybe not
the next. You just have to keep
moving. Here have a few more cigarettes
for tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Charlie thanked Rick for the cigarettes as he put them in
his pocket. “Yea, see you tomorrow and
thanks for the smokes.” As Rick left the
deck, Charlie turned to look for the shoreline but it was gone. Gone he thought. Now there is nothing but the ocean and our
ship. What if we are attacked? As he thought about being attacked, Rick’s
voice echoed in his head, “Remember your fate will happen no matter what. Lucky
one day, maybe not the next. You just
have to keep moving.”
I’ll just keep moving….
Sunday, January 10, 2016
My Candle
The glass plate with curved edges surrounds the red glowing
candle like a castle moat waiting to capture any prey that ventures toward
it. The small, odd shaped, some would
call lopsided candle is positioned in the center of the plate burning quietly as though it is a
treasure that needs to be protected. The
wick slightly curved to one side gives the flame a tilt to the right edge where
it is slowly melting the side and dripping wet, hot wax down toward the gallant
moat. The flame appears to be blue at
the base and gradually changes to a translucent grey before shooting out a
glowing somewhat illuminating yellow flame.
The obscure privacy glass window behind it reflects the candle in a
mosaic pattern and gives the window flame reflection a distinct yellow and
fiery red glow as though it says I want to be different.
This was written for another writing class assignment on observing something and writing about it.
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