Did you notice that all the words in my title start with vowels? Pretty cool, eh? They kinda … echo each other that way.
When I put together the title, I realized how well the words that were suggested to me for today’s post fit together. What on earth is better than the idea of being encapsulated in an Easter egg? Having to eat your way out …
Only being enclosed in there with a doughnut could top that!
Aaaand, I think I found my theme for this year’s quite-but-not-quite illegal A to Z Challenge.
I won’t need three words for tomorrow’s prompt since I’ll be using the “fab” prompt from SoCS. Thanks to the three ladies who gave me today’s “E” words. You’ll find their links under the words “echo,” “encapsulated” (should have been encapsulating, but hey! It’s close), and “Easter egg.”
It’s Friday already! Where ever did the week go? Friday means it’s time for your Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt! During the month of April, I’ll use the appropriate letter of the day to correspond with the A to Z Challenge, to help out anyone who’s participating to do both challenges at the same time. Here’s your prompt:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “fab.” Use it as a word or find a word beginning with “fab.” As always, use any way you’d like. Have fun!
After you’ve written your Saturday post tomorrow, please link it here to 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 pretty 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. I will post the prompt here on my blog every 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 will simply be a single word to get you 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 all of them! 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 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.
I had to talk about something that started with “D.” That’s what “absolutely NOT the A to Z Challenge” is all about for a Thursday the 4th of April (as opposed to, say, a Monday the 4th of April, when we’d still be on the letter “C”).
And since the words that were suggested are all either adverbs or a verb, I figured I’d stick with doughnuts. Because who doesn’t love doughnuts?
Which, naturally, led me to the question how much deft and diligence goes into demarcating doughnuts? Because, let’s face it, there are so many different kinds! For instance, it’s got to be tricky to figure out what’s in the middle of a sugar doughnut. And what if the trays got mixed up? I can just imagine having to deftly stick something in the little hole where the jam goes in and diligently distinguish whether it’s strawberry, raspberry, or cherry, thus demarcating it and putting it in the right spot so no one *gasp!* gets the wrong doughnut.
Yeah, okay, this post is a stretch. But I still want to know …
What’s your favourite doughnut?
I’m going to need three words for the letter “E” tomorrow. One per person in the comments, please. And keep it clean. 🙂 If you’re wondering who gave me my three “D” words, click the links under the words “deft,” “diligence” (it was supposed to be “diligent,” but I figured that was close enough), and “demarcating” (should have been “demarcate”). Thank you!
Here’s my homemade “D” badge, complete with doughnuts, to go with my illegal A to Z post.
Crikey! is what I said after I texted Alex’s support worker (can’t call them babysitters anymore, since he’s officially an adult) to see if she could come over and “support” him, and she texted me back that she can’t make it because she’s in Australia. To which I promptly replied, “Have fun!” and then ran to my chequebook to see where I put the decimal point on her last cheque.
But the real crux of the matter is finding someone to watch him at all. It used to be that anyone with a minimal amount of ability to use sign language would do, but now that he’s older and more inclined to want to be independent, he requires someone he can communicate his needs to. And there aren’t a lot of people who know sign language.
While I’m sure nothing along the lines of a catastrophe would occur if I left him in the care of someone who knew none of his language, I can imagine it being very frustrating. So why did I even mention a catastrophe? Because Anita made me do it.
Speaking of which, I’m going to need another three words for the letter “D” tomorrow. One per person in the comments, please. And keep it clean. 🙂 If you’re wondering who gave me my three “C” words, click the links under the words “crikey,” “crux,” and “catastrophe.” Thank you!
Here’s my homemade “C” badge to go with my less-than-on-the-up-and-up A to Z post. The red thing is supposed to be a bomb going off. Yeah, I’ll stick to writing.
Why is it I get a strange look when someone describes their kid as a late-bloomer and I say mine is a bloomer? Seriously, even early-bloomers are a thing. But bloomers? Totally frowned upon.
Speaking of bloomers, I’m still waiting for the spring flowers. It’s cold again, but the temperature’s supposed to go up a bit later. A few tulip shoots are starting to come through, but I’m afraid the dog might have dug up my crocuses. We’ll see, I suppose. Had I any bloomers to show you, I would.
I plan to buy myself some congratulatory balloons if I can get through this month of illegal A to Z’ing without getting caught. I wonder if there’s such a thing as a “Congratulations for not going to blogging jail” balloon? I’ll check the Dollar Store. If anyone has them, they will.
Thanks to the three bloggers who came up with my three “B” words. If you want to see who they were, click on the words “bloomer,” “bonkers,” and “balloons” above.
Same deal as yesterday with tomorrow’s “C” words–I’ll use the first three suggested in the comments. KEEP IT CLEAN! (Thank goodness the “F” word will be for SoCS! I’ve already chosen one.) One word per person.
The angst of still not knowing what to do this month!
And it’s already this month!!
I was reading what looked like a great article on procrastination yesterday.
Looked like it, I say, because I didn’t finish reading it. I shit you not, I set it aside to finish later.
Link at the bottom of this post.
So here I am with my illegal “A” post that is in no way associated with the A to Z Challenge. Why don’t I just link to the challenge and get it over with? Let me tell you.
Got a cup of coffee? I don’t, hang on.
Okay, got my coffee. Aaaand, there’s a dog hair in it. Alex must have dropped the tea towel before he wiped my cup. Oh well. Pick it out and keep going. I’m sure it won’t be the first time I’ve eaten a dog hair if there are any more in there. Now, where was I?
Oh yeah, why I don’t link to the original AWESOME A to Z Challenge? Which is celebrating its 10th year this year, I might add.
Link at the bottom of this post.
Anyway, the reason I’m not joining officially is because of the spirit of the whole thing. The A to Z Challenge is all about finding your community of bloggers. It’s about visiting each other. And honestly? I just don’t have time to guarantee I’ll visit every new blogger who visits me. Some? Yes. All? No.
And, I’m not sure I’ll manage to write more than this one post anyway.
But you should definitely do it! Look for the link. Don’t be sneaky like me and do it on the side.
So my next question is, what do I do for the rest of the month?
How about giving my improv muscles a workout?
For tomorrow, I’ll use the first three suggestions for “B” words in the comments on this post. ONE per person. Just please, keep it clean. Ta.
Oh yeah, I’m supposed to write a blog post today, aren’t I. D’oh!
It’s been a day. I managed to get out of the house for a while and not either go shopping for food, nor take Alex somewhere, nor pick Alex up from somewhere, nor do anything for someone else other than me. And it was nice. No internet, no kids, it was like a mini-vacation. For two hours.
You set the bar low, everything seems like a treat that’s not work.
Wow, was that sentence ever backwards.
I’m not sure if I’ll be able to do A-Z this year. Only one day left and I have no idea what to write about. Besides that, I’m participating in NaNoWriMo Camp to finish off the third book in my Dagmaru series, and I have a couple of editing jobs to do. And on the 24th I’m starting a course. SURE I’ll be able to fit in blogging every day. SURE! There we go–a self-flagellation theme.
Watch out in May for the Linda G. Hill line of cat ‘o nine tails, available in assorted colours. They’ll come with an instructional video, including bonus content on how to blog in your sleep.
I love being “in the zone.” Totally concentrated on what I’m doing. Especially when I’m writing. People talk to me and I know somewhere on the edge of consciousness they’re asking me a question. Once, twice, and then maybe the third time they ask, I’ll answer with a completely inappropriate word.
Son: Have you fed the dog?
Me: Cupboard.
Son: Mom?
Me: Uh … the food’s in the cupboard.
Son: I know where it is. Has he eaten yet?
Me: Okay, thanks.
That sort of thing. And they think I’m zoned out, but I’m zoned in, man. Like, totally zoned IN. (Sorry, Cheech and Chong were on Stephen Colbert last week and I seem to be channeling Tommy Chong.) It’s all a matter of perspective. I’m guessing nobody would want to be in my zone with me anyhow. At least not farther into my zone than the filtered version that my writing offers. This zone’s deep and scary, man. Deep and scary.
I have nothing to say about xylophones except that I remember wanting one as a child. To me, they were like pianos you could bash with a hammer. Which was probably why when I got one, it broke. It had keys (do you call them keys? let me look it up … oooh, I learned something new) bars made of rainbow-coloured pieces of metal that eventually sounded less melodic than if I’d had a series of tin cans lined up.
What did I learn? I learned a xylophone has wooden keys and the ones with metal keys are glockenspiels. So there you go: I’ve never owned a xylophone.
I feel like my whole childhood was a lie now. Thanks Wikipedia.
Has the cashier in a grocery store ever commented on your purchases? It happens to me once in a while. It happened today, in fact. I had two loaves of bread and a can of salmon on the conveyor. As the cashier scanned them, she said, “Salmon sandwiches.”
“Yeah,” I replied. But then I got to thinking.
What if I’d been buying, say, mouthwash: might she have asked, “Did you forget the garlic bread”?
What about beans: “Better be sleeping alone tonight!”
Toilet paper? “I love this one! So soft.”
Condoms? “Someone’s getting lucky!”
A cucumber? …okay, never mind. You get the picture. Whether you want it or not.
So yeah, it’s probably just my imagination running away with me as usual, but having the cashier comment on my food kinda weirds me out.
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