Okay, I’m way off the middle of the month, but I still want to remind everyone that there’s still time to link your colouring project to the monthly prompt. You can find it here. The comments in this post are turned off to ensure all pingbacks go to the original post.
We only have one entrant in the comment section this month so far. If you’ve completed a project but haven’t added your link, please do it soon. Our one and only colouring project this month comes from Colline. You can find her post here: https://collinesblog.com/2018/04/12/monster-colouring/
Colouring is fun and relaxing. I hope you’ll join us!
It’s funny how life finds a way. Though it’s rarely spoken of, we instinctively seek out the things that keep us alive. The sun, for one.
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I found these when I went outside this morning. The same flowers that the other day, before the ice storm, were in such lovely bloom. Their warmth is apparent from the way they seem to have melted their way through the snow.
I went for a walk today along my usual path by the water. I always go alone, and today was no exception. But I just happened to be on the phone with one of my kids when I got to this gazebo, seen in an old picture:
It’s often used for wedding pictures–I see photographers there with couples doing practice shots on a regular basis, and I’ve even seen a wedding party there once. What I realized today when I was on the phone is that it looks much more romantic than it literally sounds.
Today, for the first time in the years I’ve been going there, I spoke while I was standing under the roof. It’s made of metal. My voice echoed tinnily (is that a word?)–my voice echoed off the metal roof making me sound like I was speaking somehow through a transistor radio. I hurried out of there before I said much. I seemed very loud to my own ears.
It occurs to me that that’s an illustration of how our words can ruin an experience.
Sometimes it’s best to just stay silent, and take in the beauty: let it speak for itself.
Friday is here, which means it’s time for your Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. I just had a look at the poll I created the other day (“just” being April 20th, 9am EST) and it looks like the new month for a prompt will be August, should I go ahead with it. I might even kick it off with a badge contest before it even starts. Details to follow. In the meantime, here’s your prompt for tomorrow’s SoCS:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “spoke.” Use it somewhere, in some form, in your post. Bonus points if you don’t use it in the first sentence. Enjoy!
After you’ve written your Saturday post tomorrow, please link it here at this week’s prompt page and check to make sure it’s here in the comments so others can find it and see your awesome Stream of Consciousness post. Anyone can join in!
To make your post more visible, use our new SoCS badge! Just paste it in your Saturday post so people browsing the reader will immediately know your post is stream of consciousness and/or pin it as a widget to your site to show you’re a participant. Wear it with pride!!
1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.
2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.
3. There will be a prompt every week. I will post the prompt here on my blog on Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” “Begin with the word ‘The’,” or simply a single word to get your started.
4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours. Your link will show up in my comments for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top. NOTE: Pingbacks only work from WordPress sites. If you’re self-hosted or are participating from another host, such as Blogger, please leave a link to your post in the comments below.
5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read everyone’s! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later, or go to the previous week, by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find right below the “Like” button on my post.
6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!
7. As a suggestion, tag your post “SoCS” and/or “#SoCS” for more exposure and more views.
Compared to the blog post of Norm Frampton, founder of Thursday Doors, my post with one little picture is teensy. I have yet to fully appreciate his awesome entry this week, which features one of the most famous landmarks in Toronto history, so what do you say we both go there after we get to the end of this post? There’ll be a link.
My Thursday Door is a tiny Thursday Door, on a little lending library I found whilst out wandering. Of course, I put my book in and took another.
Wednesday, April 18th, 8:00pm
Mr. Splindle and Edward
Mr. Splindle: So what were you doing before, Edward?
Edward: I worked for a man … er … I was an apprentice of sorts.
Mr. Splindle: That idea died, did it?
Edward: It dyed the wrong colour completely.
Mr. Splindle: And what do you like to do for fun?
Edward: Do you mean what are my hobbies?
Mr. Splindle: No! No, not at all. This isn’t an interview, son! It’s what you might call a recruitment! No, I just want to know what sorts of things might be distracting you from our little venture.
Edward: Well, I like to look at girls.
Mr. Splindle: So you like pussy, eh son? A man after my own heart.
Edward:(frowning) That’s not what I said.
Mr. Splindle: What are you talking about then, lad?
Edward: I like to look at girls, not cats.
Mr. Splindle regards him for a moment.
Edward: And I don’t like dogs.
Mr. Splindle:(pats him on the knee and smiles) Son, the cats we’re going to see tonight’ll have you howling like a dog at the moon.
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