The mush of this year coagulates into another but it’s not enough to deter the residuum of hope that the days will finally sharpen.
But each step is barely a memory and memory barely holds me. The sky today might as well be held in place for each and every day and the century can remain in this mist that atomizes shadow and man, the sky and buildings.
2023 is finally 2024, for what it’s worth. And the future is already ghost, and the past steps forth, and sleep blurs into sun. But the present was never home.
Written for Simply 6 Minutes with the prompt being below (substitute 2022 with 2023):
Today’s prompt is: Substitute 2023… This is a sign that says 2022 will probably be better. If 2021 taught us anything, its not to set the bar too high and to keep our optimism mild.
When Andrea found out that she wasn’t really his daughter, she knew exactly what she had to do. She’d take a bottle of wine, a cheap box of chocolates, and some tea that she’d made for two. She would talk to him slowly in a tone crisp and light and forget about the whole escapade Then chat with a coterie about solidarity and a counter-attacking brigade. When all’s said and done and she could stand all alone and then leave the people behind There’s joy in this world and he didn’t matter, a new father she’d hope to find.
It is easy to develop a doom and gloom attitude when you watch the news, but change takes time and when I look at 2023, I have a positive attitude. I am sure that you might feel different if your flight got cancelled and you are stuck at am airport, or if you lost power due to some radicals damaging a power plant, but I think we are on the right track. I can see that Putin is losing his war in the Ukraine, and that the citizens of Iran are fed up with the Guidance Patrol or the morality police who are responsible for the death of Mahsa Amini when she wasn’t wearing a hijab. We will still have climate change, but at least people are thinking more seriously about clean energy. We did great in our battle with COVID-19 and a lot of us survived. We still have…
My question this week is Are you influenced by adverts for holidays or anything else for that matter?
Yes! I am a marketer’s dream. I think everything sounds great. Typically though, I have learned that if I take a step back I can be a little more sensible. I believe things that people say and all those paid advertisements. They have evidence supposedly, don’t they? I think it is just that I like to try new things.
This is a sign that says 2022 will probably be better. If 2021 taught us anything, its not to set the bar too high and to keep our optimism mild.
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Set up a timer or sit near a clock so you can keep track of the six minutes you will be writing.
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Get ready and write for 6 minutes, that is it! Can you write a complete story? Can you think of a new Sonnet? Can you write 400 words? 400? 500? There are no restrictions on what kind of writing you do, but you should try to be actively writing for six minutes.
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The winter solstice crept upon The world where darkness fell Like snowflakes on a pane of glass They spread, their ice arms swell Contrary to the thoughts of old That snow had tremulous fate We’d fly down hills across the land No channel came too late With absolutelypainted skies A catalog of life We say goodbye to pain and tears we recline away from strife Then falling closer to the ground Our activity delights We gather up our toys and sleds And end with the days lights
They sat in the back of the old pickup truck the situation framing their fate With tireless views and a bit of good luck Neither bothered to fret at the wait. They had taken their pills, vitamins for good health with a mug of hot coffee in hand The morning brought thoughts anew full of wealth adoringmerry, sweet sights ‘cross the land
“A writer never has a vacation. For a writer life consists of either writing or thinking about writing. “
I think that if this quote is taken at face value then writing is essentially a job. I don’t always see it that way. There are times when I wake and after walking the dog think about how I “have to get to my blog”. I like the routine and I look forward to seeing what my blogging friends are up to. I also like that I am practicing my writing, that I will be presented with new challenges, and that I can share what I love. On the other hand, I enjoy writing for what I get from it, purely just a feeling of accomplishment that I have written something that I can share. It isn’t always something for someone to say they love and it isn’t always something that has to give someone information, it is just doing something for fun.
I think that people who like to write think about writing all the time because life is the “idea generator”. Experiences and happenings are the plot lines we’ve all been waiting to develop. For people who don’t like to write, I don’t think they think about how everything they do can be “a story” or “a poem”. So, never having a vacation could be true because I know that I am always thinking of how someone or something I just saw could make a good story.
Stine Writing 
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