Tag: writing

Crossword-a-Day ~ Beneficial

Recently I joined a group for people who’ve found themselves in
the same predicament as I.
The group consists of mostly women and ‘yes’ there are a few
men, although in the minority at present.
One of the ladies, a retired registered nurse, has shared a few
excellent articles.
I enjoyed the read about the benefits of doing a crossword
puzzle per day versus utilizing those brain games on the PCs
or cellphones.
For fun and to see if what the article stated about when we
are unable to find the correct word from the clues, it’s possible
due to the subconscious working in the background while we’re
busy throughout the day, that upon return a few hours later or
next day the answers will come rather easy to us.
I chose a medium level book and this morn with breakfast I
started my first puzzle. Sad to admit I was unable to finish it.
Now usually I’d check the answer pages and place a few words
within to finish solving it; however, this morn I placed the
book down and intend to return tomorrow to see if time away
allows me to remember.
One more area of interest in regard to this 120-day process
is my beginning with puzzle #1 determined to follow thru
solving puzzles in consecutive numerical order.
I’m not allowing myself to partake in past pick and choose
behavior.
Self-discipline and organization both are on the agenda with
good reason.
Exercises to help improve one’s memory sounds 100 percent
beneficial to me.

Virtual Friends 😞

Throughout the day while doing my chores and errands
I thought about this morning’s discovery on my WP app.

Previous to the discovery I was replying to comments from
my notification section.

I accessed a post written and published yesterday via a
different path and found the text one huge square void
of paragraphs, sentence following sentence.

This of course was a bit disturbing to me, so I checked
other pathways to the post and how it appeared when
transferred elsewhere.

Fine in the Reader, a little different on actual site but
not too bothersome so I continued with the seek ‘n find
search leaving the app on the cell phone for last.

All was fine there, and I could breathe a sigh of relief. 😊

I don’t use the phone that much to read posts, etc. and
today I decided to peer around and familiarize myself
more with the app.

I came across a section ‘a followers list’ with each person
who follows me listed and the date in number of days,
months ending with the year they hopped onboard this
gal’s blogging followers’ ship.

I failed to see a friend’s name on this list, a blogger
whose prompts I’ve participated in on a frequent basis.
I double-checked and ‘no’ the name was nowhere to be
found.

What a disappointment for me. I don’t know what to think
or if I should question said individual.

To hide behind a masque is something I expect on social
media apps, not on a blogging site.

As I end this post, I shall leave you with a quote I heard
from an Instagram reel:

“Unfortunately, some people will learn to appreciate you
by losing you. Go where you are celebrated, not tolerated.

If people treat you like an option, leave them like a choice.
You are worth being loved and valued.”

I made the decision to refrain from prompt challenges in
the future and concentrate on my own project(s).

There were numerous bloggers on the list whom I don’t
follow at this time and I shall make time to check out
those blogs to see what we may have in common.

I have no idea if this is some crazy error or a reality
check on here for me.

Writing

Tasks done standing in place
Thoughts travelling embrace
Transfer book commonplace

Dishes wash prior prevalent
Discipline self-time sufficient
Deservingness idea contingent

Day heretofore enjoyable
Day blatantly miserable
Day penned words downright struggle

Die-hard sage tinkers poem constant
Decision major or minor adjustments
Discernment aesthetic blog post pleasant



Six Sentence Stories

prompt word: redemption

Near closing time an unkempt older man entered the local can

redemption center store carrying twenty-count super strength

multi-purpose garbage bags chock full of discarded semi-dirty

soda bottles, beer cans and plenty of germs.

Immediately upon spotting the semi-drunk character, the

clerk’s facial smile turned upside down, a new look, a frown

and toute de suite he played quite the disappearing act via

removing himself in record time from the front counter to the

storage room out back in hopes the man would become a

bit befuddled, imagine he’d seen a ghost and run for the hills.

Unfortunate for the clerk, who’d cashed out the drawer early,

his plan backfired when the man started screaming obscenities.

The redemption center walls shook from the sound waves, as

emissions from the unkempt man’s mouth bounced off every

inch of the building’s concrete walls.

Who’d have thought a human’s vocal tone could roar like a lion

or high-powered engine.

It was time for the clerk to place a fake smile on his face, return

to the counter and deal with the situation since the realization

set in the man wasn’t about to leave the premises without a ward

of cash.

https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2022/02/09/its-six-sentence-story-thursday-link-up-198/


Photo Challenge # 368 – Hands

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/06/01/photo-challenge-368/

picture credit ~ Natalia Drepina

Daytime turns darkness night

Cemetery iron gates closed and locked

As visitors of loved ones return to their homes

Deceased inhabitants begin to stir within their graves

Stealthily countless hands penetrate freshly mowed grass

Sounds e’er creepy unknown heard scare late night walkers

Void of flashlights unable to capture a pic or quick view all

Passersby disturbed flee scared to death an understatement

Unseen shaking to and fro hands those gone before us

Participating in nightly ritual private dance unimaginable

No invitations nor R.S.V.P. s sight unseen prior to initiation rites

Sorority members this group reserved for those led life via guiding light.



Prepping for NaNoWriMo 2019

“Mon Ami Jacque”

Last year I was hopeful to bring a novel to fruition. 

Fifty thousands words written in 30 days didn’t sound difficult. 

After writing turned from reality I became aware that fiction was not my forte.

I printed out all the typed pages and placed them in a 3-ring binder along with

notes. 

November is fast approaching and I thought – hey – give this a second attempt.

With some fresh ideas and renewed excitement I made the decision – brand new synopsis.

In the interim (November 1st – 30th) I shall likely refrain from posting daily on here. 

I don’t intend to disappear 100% (LOL) rather check in with my ‘favs’ – write a bit (a Wordle and a Square Poem) to name a few ideas and read more. 

Your blogging friend. . . June

 

Social Status and Condescendingness

Advocate social equality
Flaunt ne'er wealth nor e'er
Look down on those less fortunate
Childhood poor and bullied often
Adulthood middle-class standard status
Unfortunate decades later divorce face
Fifty-percent monetary loss period time gain
Add to equation new relationship time vulnerable
Happiness overlook flaws unknown partner trait insidious
Full circle retiree back square one living on fixed income
Decision join local library's book discussion group
Membership quite small pecking order show snub-nose wealth
Shyness persona immediate kick-in listen more than speak
Improvement three months fraternization these ladies then
August's scheduled meeting date fast approach
Mailroom search reminder e-mail found zilch
Check library's event calendar where surprise
Scheduled discussion group August no listing date 
Scrolled pages top to bottom months September 'n October
Book titles different from those previous agreed upon 
Last straw aftermath apology e-mail state missed me
Member's prior attempt contact via e-mail message fail 
Irked already situation try hard not overthink
No reminder - changed books next few months read
Decision made dislike membership in group social hierachy
Ne'er will apologize for unfortunate circumstances befell me
Shame on you who think your wealth better than sincere friendships.

∼ JAQ

FOWC with Fandango — Advocate

Hierarchy – Word of the Day Challenge

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Feeling Similar to a Wallflower at a Dance

Today I did a little research – reviewed statistics and facts. 

Two years submitting blog posts and the occasional hiatus with good reason.

It’s difficult to understand how a person with thousands of fans winds up with only a few likes. How is this possible? 

In my profession this retiree – a full-charge bookkeeper – had to balance the books each month. 

There appears to be something amiss with the numerical figures I witness when accessing blogs.

Humans by nature compare – quality versus quantity.

Although I’ve touched on topics pertaining to my personal life,  I refrain from offering up all the embed details.

Where do I fit in? I ask myself that question.

Not a prude by nature; however, I refuse to write trash.

It’s becoming more apparent (similar to the dating world) the genuine nice man or woman isn’t in demand.

Life hasn’t always been easy and no desire to write about all the dirty laundry – saving that for an actual book.

To those who have befriended me I say “Thank You” – to others well it would have been nice to have known you.  

Maybe the next two years will be different – new content – always hope – remain positive in thought – healthy mind.

I shall sit alone with my thoughts as how to progress – continue blogging – hoping for more interaction and more fans.

The other option is return to my favorite past-time for decades where at the end of the day each step moving forward gave me great satisfaction.

Time is precious! I don’t wish to waste it! – I tried my best! The future awaits! God Bless!

   

 

She Reads – A Fun Prerequisite

Days of yore
Books brimful suspense
Young woman's preference 

College texts
Self-help reads
Follow steps survival needs

Genre books purchase
Ear-mark 'n highlight
Devour pages prior twilight 

Retiree dabbled journalism
Recent times member blogosphere
Desire learn constant persevere

Official member library book club 
Book per month read open discussion
Hullabaloo four days comprehension

Three hundred four pages 
Divided by four equals seventy-six
Extraordinary promptitude time ticks. 

© 2019 June Quintin