Reena’s Exploration Challenge 12-6-2017

Take any one belief of yours that has ruled your life, and examine it from the following aspects.
1 Is it true?
2 Can you absolutely know that it’s true?
3 How do you react, what happens, when you believe that thought?
4 Who would you be without that thought?


This challenge was posted by fellow blogger, Reena. Thanks, Reena, for, once again, making me think deeply about my life.


This challenge has been sitting in my draft box for quite some time. I am fascinated by the challenge and, at the same time, scared silly of following where it might lead. Self-examination is scary, at best. This has the touch of terror.

When I try to single out one belief about my life – that I haven’t beaten to death already on my blog – I draw a blank. Mostly because I don’t want to delve any deeper into me, much as I need to do so.

So what belief has ruled my life? That I’d never find the true me. (Done to death). That I wasn’t, or was, meant to be a writer. (Also done to death).  That I would never find happiness. (Ditto.) That I’d fail the test of life. (Yeah.) Fail the test of… fill in the blank.

So, how do I begin to dig deeper, find the beliefs influencing my whole existence, but that still remain hidden? Lions in the long grass. Waiting for the ambush.

The deepest belief which has ruled my life, is that I am not a good person. I don’t deserve to be a writer. Find the true me. Find happiness. Pass any test of life. This belief left me feeling helpless and alone, adrift in a universe which I could never understand. Why would anything good happen in my life?

I’m betting many of you know the feeling.

Is this belief true?

No way, even if it still feels true sometimes.

Scary, huh?

Many of these feelings came from having Asperger’s and Bi-Polar, but at the same time, I have to take my part of the blame. I let myself be defeated without even attempting to raise a cry.

When I started this blog, my inspiration was a sign which read, “Begin.” The sign made me really think about the meaning of the word and what it meant in my life. Now when I feel lost and alone, when I feel like a failure, I remind myself to begin to believe what I know is truth even when the Bi-Polar is telling me it isn’t.

So who am I?

I am me, good, bad and indifferent. Sometimes I love myself, sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I fail and sometimes I don’t. You get the drift.

In the end, regardless of all these trials and tribulations, it all comes down to that one word.

Begin.

What belief do you need to examine in order to begin living the life of your dreams?

If you’d like to read my post, Begin, you can go here.

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers 4-26-2017

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Guide for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

1. A prompt photo will be provided each Tuesday to be used as a base to your story. Please include photo prompt with your story.

2. Linking for this challenge begins on Tuesday and runs to the following Monday evening.

3. Please credit photo to photographer.

4. The story word limit is 100 – 150 words (+ – 25 words). Please try to stay within this limit.

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This week’s photo prompt is provided by Dawn Miller. 

Tom swirled their number between thumb and forefinger, eyes counting and re-counting the flowers on the tablecloth.

Jason rubbed a hand over his eyes. “I know you wanted to go, but it just isn’t going to work.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re not…..”

“What?”

“I’m tired of being nice.”

Nice?

“You’re not…. friendly enough.  Forceful.  Basically you’re a wimp.”

Jason stood. Walked away.

Tom’s head rose slowly. Watching. Black hair skimming his eyes.

Not friendly? Wimp?

Flames flicked in his eyes.

Sunday Photo Fiction 4-16-2017

Each week a photo is used, donated by one of the participants of Sunday Photo Fiction, and the idea is to write a story with the photo as a prompt in around 200 words.

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If he couldn’t lower his wings and shut his mouth soon, he was going to pass out. Really. Truly. Right atop the clock, on-the-hour bongs shaking him to his toes. Claws? Whatever.

When darkness fell, he sagged in relief, working the ache out of wings and jaw.

“Long day,” Peatry remarked from his right, skillfully pointing out the obvious.

There was a grumble at the far end of the hall, but he couldn’t tell if it was Dowser or Downer; they looked so alike. Gargoyles. Couldn’t live with them, couldn’t smash them.

Stretching and gossiping, they flocked to the table from all sides, to the leftovers from the day’s flurry of sights and scent. To the tossed crust of bread, the forgotten french fry. A potato chip if luck was with them.

Before dawn, they returned to their places, full and ready for the coming day.

The time, he made sure his mouth was closed and his wings folded before the first streaks of dawn froze him solid.

Naptime!

 

JSW Prompt April 10, 2017

Feel free to jump in and tackle the prompt yourself. Please keep your posts under 300 words. If you link back to this post, I will re-blog your post to my site.
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I’ve always wondered how one’s life can flash before one’s eyes in six minutes, but it can. Doesn’t seem possible but I was there. I knew.

Six minutes. Did that mean my life hadn’t been worth more than six minutes? Or is that just the time angels give you to make amends, get your name upgraded from hell to heaven? Or downgraded.

It’s like there is a suspension of belief, those six minutes when you can’t accept that, yes, you are going to die. That all the pain and suffering of your life is almost over. No one can hurt you any more. You’ve got hurt enough to last six minutes and longer, but all you have is six minutes.

Still, you have time to regret those things you did wrong, and those you did right. I like to think I did more for the right than the wrong, but I know better. I’d killed people, people I didn’t even know. People with sons and daughters; wife and parents and friends.

Killed them for no reason except the man in power told me so. Ship out and kill some of those bastards. Kill as many as I could, truth be told.

Now, I know better. Killing doesn’t make things right. Not for the winners or the losers. Whoever said war solved problems didn’t know shit about war. You can’t solve your problems with fighting. It just makes more fighting. More death.

I’m about gone now. The pain is gone completely and I can feel my body going, death rolling up my frame like ocean waves.

The ocean. I used to love to go to the ocean. Swim. Play on the sa…..

Word Of The Day 4-3-2017

tarantism

tar·an·tism \ˈta-rən-ˌti-zəm\
Popularity: Bottom 20% of words

Definition

a mania characterized by an uncontrollable impulse to dance,especially as prevalent in southern Italy from the 15th to the 17th century, popularly attributed to the bite of the tarantula.

Examples

One of the best known of these diseases is ‘tarantism,’ or the frenzy produced by the bite of the Tarantula, Italy.  –Shakespeare and Music. Edward W. Naylor.

The tarantism so common in Italy from the fifteenth to the eighteenth century is another example of epidemic hysteria.   -Essays In Pastoral Medicine. Austin Malley

Historians would draw parallels between her recurring Voices and the ‘tarantism’ of the Middle Ages.  -Essays in Rebellion. Henry W. Nevinson


Did You Know?

Between the 15th and 17th centuries, Taranto, Italy, was hit by a dance craze unlike any other. The town was afflicted by a malady that would come to be known as tarantism and was characterized by a hysterical impulse to dance. Some people claimed tarantism was caused by the bite of the European wolf spider, which is also known as the tarantula (and is also named after Taranto); such folks declared that dancing off the venom was the only cure. Musicians supposedly traveled to the region to help cure the epidemic, and some believe that the Italian folk dance called the tarantella resulted from the craze (though it is also possible that the name of that dance derived independently from Taranto and has no connection with tarantism).


Origin

New Latin tarantismus, from Taranto, Italy

First Known Use: circa 1656


 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tarantism

JSW (Just Start Writing) Prompts

Other bloggers have expressed an interest in JSW prompts. Like I’ve always said, the more the merrier. If the urge strikes you to write off the prompt, please feel free to do so. You can link back to my original post and I will reblog your story onto A Writer’s Life. Please try to keep your response under 500 words for the sake of the reader’s time. Also, please do not write anything unfit for younger readers as I have no idea whether any of my followers are under 18.

I am trying to get onto a weekly schedule, posting the prompt on Mondays. This would give you at least a week to respond. If you need longer, go for it. Just remember to copy the prompt into your reply.

So, that said, the prompt for this week is:

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