For the simple things….

Time has just been running away from me lately and blogging, about anything, has taken a very big hit.


It’s not that thoughts and ideas haven’t been waking me up at night, urging me to write, write, WRITE!!  Putting it all in order to make a worthy blog post has been another thing entirely.

All excuses aside, I’ve been reflecting on the joys of life as we head into the time of year when you stop dead in your frantic tracks and rejoice, giving thanks for the simple things.

Family, friends, health and happiness.

A sturdy roof over your head, a warm fire, food on the table and…a job.

The laughter of children.

Traditions that create fond memories for those we will someday leave behind.


Ahhh, yes, these simple things we should never take for granted!

Thanksgiving Blessings, one and all!


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Nor’beaster…


Why in hell do we feel it necessary to spew out explanations as to why we haven’t blogged in a few days?  I mean… really!!!

Life happens, you know?  And, when these little twists and turns cause us to veer away from our respective blogs, there are always those one or two people who disappear from our reader’s list.  Then, like madmen,  we frantically scurry to create some type of apologetic post as if we OWE these flighty strangers the time of day.  One of my very favorite Bloggers in the world shared one such item yesterday after the frequency of her posts dwindled and several readers took off,  like thieves, in the night.

Know what I owe these people?  My heartfelt wishes that the door didn’t hit them in their asses on their way out!

For anyone else who is still sitting over there on my reader’s couch, thanks for sticking around, this Bud’s for you… along with an explanation.  Just because.

The Northeast was slammed with a beastly storm over the week-end which took down trees, power lines and left assorted amounts of snow across several states.  In upstate New York,  we measured just under 20″ at our home, masses of unseasonal white stuff which is now slowly melting as temps climb.

             

 



 


The only bad thing is that we have no cable, internet or telephone but..we are empowered by the hum of our generator.   As such, I eagerly run out the door to drive the 50 miles to work where I fire-up  my computer and blog, only to find that another reader has bitten the dust.

Whatever.  So long you fair-weather, imaginary friend!

 




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Grumbles in the dark…

They have been making their collective and rotten little presences known for months now, in one form or another.  Muffled, nasty grumbles, muttering in the darkness, that keep calling my name.

I’ve been avoiding that place like the plague and I can sense the growing mass lurking within the enclosure.   It terrifies me and, as the weeks keep passing,  it’s my fault for letting them steal my power and hold me hostage.

Daylight gives me a false sense of security but when darkness falls, the creaking and gnashing  sounds escalate as if to taunt me when I hurry past that hidden noise.  It reaches out in an attempt to grab me.  I try not to go near there.

Why did I ever allow this to get so out of hand and lose all control?  It frightens me to no end and keeps me awake at night because I can hear them grumbling down my long dark hall.

It has to stop!  I just cannot live with this living, growing nightmare any longer and allow it to consume my life.




I’m going in……wish me luck.






Linkup and Flicker of Inspiration Prompts – #21: The Indescribable Horror and #22: The Living Nightmare

The guidelines were as follows but… I managed to twist both into one response.  I know, I know…my ADD made me do it.  Don’t judge me or my kitchen junk drawer, we both have issues.

#21: The Indescribable Horror…

Halloween is closer than ever! At least, the closest it’s been yet this year. The prompt this week was a bit of a challenge; I wanted you to describe something indirectly. Nothing like “the dog was ugly,” for instance; saying “she recoiled in horror at the sight of it” is fine because it’s not describing the object itself. Certain eldritch abominations can only be described indirectly because direct description would drive us insane, so you can see that developing this skill can come in handy.

#22: The Living Nightmare….

You’ve had nightmares; we all have. Everyone has them. This week, I want you to write it down.
I don’t necessarily mean write down the narrative description of your nightmare; I had a nightmare once where Tina Turner chased me with a vacuum, but I don’t think it would make an interesting story as such; also the odd flow of events in dreams doesn’t generally translate well to normal prose.
Take your nightmare, or just something that scares you personally, and write a story based on it. If you’re scared of spiders, scare me with spiders. Share your fears and nightmares, give them to your readers. That is your goal this week.




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