A special kind of crazy…

When I first read through a recent list of prompts for writing a story, even a few paragraphs… anything…just one grabbed my attention.  Write about something that drives you crazy.

Really?

Just one?

Understand that, given my personality, there isn’t a day that passes where a multitude of things don’t annoy me or, more honestly, piss me off!  I’m certain most can identify with a given annoyance, some household infraction, village cell-phone idiots, robocalls, any demonstration of human stupidity, people who are overly passionate about every damn thing in the universe, however insignificant…and the list goes on.

Of course, I can easily compartmentalize all of the above and move on but there is still that nagging issue, that one most aggravating thing that pushes my mental stability close to the edge of exploding.

Writer’s Block.

Yup, that’s it.  The big one. 

Happens to me every year, usually around this time.  Trust me, the ideas are there.  Words dance in my head, always at the most inopportune moments and I make a mental note to run with it, even send myself a text as a reminder.  And, something always gets in the way because, when I do write I want it to mean something, to stand out in some small way and touch the person reading my thoughts.  Writing is the one thing that gives me a sense of accomplishment in a life where I’m constantly running in too many different directions.  Not being able to share even an occasional burst of meaningful prose at the drop of a hat definitely makes me very crazy.

And so it goes…

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workshop-button-1From Mama Kat’s Workshop…Write about something that drives you crazy.  Again, I might have expanded on so many daily happenings that push my buttons but I usually can get past most, if not all, of them.  Usually.  Some linger to wake me in the middle of the night, much like a problem or something I neglected to remember.  This prompt turned out to be a positive, writing-wise.

 

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Look away…

It’s a standard warning on car mirrors: “Objects in the mirror may be closer than they appear”. Mirrors don’t always give a truly honest reflection. Sometimes, the mirror is warped; sometimes, it’s only our perceptions. When Alice went into her mirror, it was the world itself that was distorted. And yet at times, the mirror will show you true things that you weren’t aware of; something around a corner, or behind you, or on another spectral plane. People can even act as mirrors; they can show you yourself as others see you.

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She constantly refused to look into a mirror, any mirror.

My mother.

It wasn’t because of vanity or due to failing eyesight.

She could see clearly, without eyeglasses, towards the end of her life.

It didn’t matter.

The reflection staring back was unrecognizable

To her.

That person, that old woman with gray hair and wrinkled skin was someone else.  “A witch” she often said as she quickly looked away from what she had determined was some creature hiding in the glass.  She would cover her face with both hands.   It wasn’t her, not by any means; she was young, in her twenties, still with dark hair and red lipstick.

In her mind.

Mother lived in long ago realities; the aging process stopped and did a U-turn back about fifty or more years once Alzheimer’s took control.   In some ways, I was envious.  She didn’t have to deal with life’s sorrows and responsibilities but that was nothing new.   For as long as I could painfully remember she always managed to look away from bothersome issues, seeing only what she wanted.  Comfortable, happy reflections.

I was never her mirror of choice.

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workshop-button-1From Mama Kat’s Workshop…Writing Prompts for 4/4/19…Write a blog post inspired by the word: mirror.

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Textlecture…

This post did not start out to become a lecture, of sorts, about texting.  We all know the good, the bad and the very evil of electronic communication.  As I picked up my phone to see my last text exchange, I stopped to research some thoughts from others…

  • Texting creates, and, by nature, almost encourages, poor grammar habits. It also makes communication much less formal and can even make genuine statements seem insincere.  Yet, we are a society of gadget-bearing humans, rushing down streets on our way to somewhere, more focused on our phone screens than oncoming traffic.
  • Text messaging cannot accurately convey tone, emotion, facial expressions, gestures, body language, eye contact, oral speech, or face-to-face conversation, it is more than likely messages will be misinterpreted or misunderstood. The real meaning of your message gets lost through the medium.
  • Texting and using abbreviations for words means that we are losing our ability to have—or are at least avoiding—the traditional face-to-face conversations that are vital in the workplace and in personal relationships.
  • Texting creates bad liars. “Sorry, I didn’t see your message!”  “You sent me a text? I didn’t get it.”  “Hey, sorry, I haven’t looked at my phone all day.”  Sound familiar?  Don’t lie, we’ve ALL done this!
  • When people communicate primarily via text, they’re much less likely to have meaningful conversations.

All of this is just the proverbial drop-in-the-texting-bucket.  Nothing will change going forward, electronic communication is here to stay.  Phones have become our alarm clock, appointments, email, source of news, social media, camera, weather source, bank accounts and more. 

I am, therefore, guilty on all counts and this…is the last text on my phone, just the other day, to my daughter in Florida….

“When we come down I’m bringing a third NEW big rolling duffel bag with “provisions “ and leaving it there for Jake if he ends up boarding at college. I have new luggage for daddy and we don’t need it here.”

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(Allow me to expand on the “provisions” comment which involves nothing subversive, just delicious. Trips down to our Florida family always involve bringing Auricchio Provolone, Pepperoni, New York Bagels, Lox and more.  Especially…bread… because any found in Florida is good only to clean frying pans and shower gunk.)

 

 

 

 

workshop-button-1From Mama Kat’s Workshop’s Writing Prompts for 2/14/19….Pick up your phone, tell us about the last text exchange you had.

Wow, given the text exchanges most of us have each day, my response might have been far more interesting but at least it represents something special in the months ahead.  Time spent with precious family, celebrating a wonderful event!  Then, I gave some thought to the various texts we all send…and receive.  Certainly, this electronic medium is wonderful for sharing instant photos of places and things but, caught in the middle are the chances to hear someone’s voice and a more honest response from both parties concerning what’s involved at that moment. 

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