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Linda’s prompt for this SoCS is Rosy. Which I am going to change to Rosey. You’ll see why. I hope.

In many parts of the country, we are experiencing a lag in the Spring-ness. It is so all-encompassing that this meme is showing up on our FaceBook feeds.

I say that because here is it windy and raining a LOT. The good part is that it might forestall fires. But the wind doesn’t and the rain comes with lightning, so– not so much. Anyway, I was forced to take the dog (Kali) out as is her way. I opened the screen door and the wind nearly tore it out of my hand. I nearly closed it on Kali and the wind had it again. Now I see this black creature climbing down the steps as Kali was climbing back up.

Rosey and Teddy are the indoor cats. Too many predators to let them be outside. So I ran down the steps in my socks and picked up Rosey.  She’s usually a sweetie and so cute, see:

But as I pick her up and tell Kali to go up and in the house, Rosey turns and does this to me:

I didn’t even know she drew blood until after I sat down. I was FaceTiming with friends and I showed them. They had me leave the conversation to clean it and treat it so it wouldn’t get infected.

Today as I was trying to finish a couple more dolls, Kali and Rosey sat on my lap, I think to make it up to me, but it makes it hard to sew with those two taking up the lap-space.

(This picture wasn’t taken today. I wasn’t on my bed in my PJs! And they were on reversed sides! But you get the idea!)

So where was I? Oh yeah! I finished my last dolls. The last thing I do is put a dab of color on their cheeks giving them a rosy glow.

I won’t include the tute here. as I shared it on yesterday’s blog. But I think I am done with the dolls for a while. I have to sew some other toys in the next couple of days. This feeling of accomplishment gives my soul a rosy glow that nearly matches my Rosey scratches! 😀

 

 

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Oddly a prompt has stumped me. I love prompts! They stimulate my imagination! Not this one. I opened this page:

https://www.mobap.edu/wp-content/uploads/2013/01/list_of_adverbs.pdf

It was helpful but overwhelming.

It’s just me, during this fibro-y time of lots of rain and wind. Brain is less than. Body is more than. The triumph of a finished product didn’t carry through. When finished with something I tend to be frenetically looking for the next project to keep me engaged,

Starting a project isn’t easy. There is counting, mathing and then carefully casting on and making the first few rows that need constant attention. Even so, I’ve started a new baby hat and an adult sock. Yeah, I think I’m addicted to this sock thing.

Oh, I nearly forgot! I finally got to play with a Christmas Present from a friend. It looks like this:

I used it with my ball maker:

Between these two tools, you can change a yank:

That seemingly has no beginning or end and can cause more trouble than it’s worth if a person doesn’t know about how to make it useable. One way is to pull it open into a circle and place it over one’s knees and find the beginning knot and hand roll this strand into a ball. But with the ball maker above, one can make a ball with a beginning strand and ending strand, making it possible to work from both ends. This ball looks like this:

 

So that took up most of my day. I used some of the less wanted hanks that were donated and made nice useable balls. One yank was useless yarn. Sadly it kept breaking and I had to throw it away. But most of it was nice, soft yarn I couldn’t wait to try out.

Well, here it is nearly midnight. I finally got the blog written. Whew! How was your Saturday? Were there enough adverbs for ya?

Thank you, Linda G. Hill, for the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt of adverb that used my last brain cell! LOL!

 


This is me this week:

I’m afraid that after the long trip on Monday and the back/body strain of the rough road I had to cancel my dental appointment today in yet another far away town. Just couldn’t do it! But being on the computer has my eyes going crazy like this poor gal:

Not only is the eyestrain an issue but I can’t get comfortable even with the laptop or tablet. That is one of the reasons my blogs has been cut short lately. And the lack of prompts causes brain strain. I liked the A-to-Z Challenge and doing CampNaNo because they give me a kickstart. But between the first picture me and the second picture me the strain is too great to do much. Back to sock knitting!

The prompt Strain comes from Linda G. Hill and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday challenge.


The Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “fall from the sky.” Write about anything that falls from the sky–real, imagined, or idiomatic. Have fun!

These are some of the scariest words for me. We can see the small airport from our front windows. Especially these early days of spring there are a lot of small planes touching down and taking off. I assume they are the crop-dusters for all the alfalfa fields around here. I hope what they are dumping from the planes is healthy for people, pets, and livestock. I would not want to see something fall from the sky this close to the runway.

There will be a time, unfortunately really soon, I will be happy if water or other fire retardant falls from the sky on any fires nearby. They are already doing a great bit of ‘controlled burns’.

The other things that seem to fall from the sky are eagles, hawks, and ravens. As long as they divebomb the nearby fields and get the mice or gophers or snakes, I don’t mind. But they are part of the reason the dog isn’t allowed to go out without us being nearby. Still, as long as they live their lives cleaning up the varmint nearby, they are fun to watch soaring high and gliding on the drafts.

One of the prettiest sights out here in the country is when it snows and those big fluffy snowflakes fall from the sky. But that season has passed (I think, I hope).

Gees, I never really thought about how scary the thing I love best about the desert, the sky, is. But then, it isn’t the sky that falls, unless you are Chicken Little. It’s all the rest that can give you an ulcer if you let it. Ah! Nature!

Stream of Consciousness Saturday is the brainchild of Linda G. Hill!

 


According to Linda here’s how Stream of Consciousness Saturday works:

Friday’s here, and I’m late for your Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. I’m sorry. 😦 Explanation to follow–and no, it’s not that I forgot about you. During the month of April, I’ll use the appropriate letter of the day to correspond with the A to Z Challenge so anyone who’s participating in both challenges can do so at the same time. Here’s your prompt:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “xp.” Use it as a word, or find a word with “xp” in it. As always, use any way you’d like. Enjoy!

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!

 

Since I have already written the ending of my novel and find I am not at the goal of 50,000 words I am needing prompts like crazy. When that happens I go to YouTube and find NaNoWriMo Virtual Write-Ins that have prompts and discussions that help inspire my writing. In today’s case, the prompt was the characters are having problems communicating. I got a lot of story out of that so I will only include the bit that fulfills the ‘xp’ requirement for Stream and A2Z.

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Even facial expressions were lost. The blobbies thought that smiles showing teeth meant aggression. They would smile and attack the other people. And with so many people they couldn’t tell who were the blobbies and who were the gene-popping humans.

The humans spoke to one another as they smiled and were attacked. “I think these guys think like monkeys. They don’t see a smile as friendly. Let’s try to just be calm with lips together and nod at each other.”

Hearing the voices, the blobby humans that they were being talked about so they were still feeling defensive,

The gene-popping humans started using telepathy to see if that helped. Can you hear me? Can you understand me? they said first to each other then to the blobby humans The gene-popping humans would nod and say yes. But the thoughts were still in English and so the blobbies didn’t understand what was in their heads. They held their hands up to each ear as if trying to get rid of the sounds in their heads.

Let’s try pictures.

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For those of you who are fans of the NaNo ‘sprompts’ and virtual write-ins, you might recognize the name of the fluffy stuffed dinosaur. He probably appears in a lot in NaNo stories. I will probably need to rename him and other beings but for now, just getting the writing done is the most important part. He’s kind of a mascot for us.

My blobbies are feathered with scales. As young ones, they look like chickens, but as adults, the scales and feathers make them rather messy dragon-like creatures.

Oh for those who are wondering, my word count should be at 45,009, But mine is at 45,143. Woo Hoo! I would like to get ahead so that I can take the time and do my Escapist Coloring Club entree. Maybe I’ll do that tomorrow while not having an A2Z letter prompt.

In case you hear a squee–my brother is finishing fixing my shower so that I don’t have to use the scary tub I have fallen in before. I can’t wait to have MY OWN SHOWER! Girls only!!!!! (But I guess I’ll have to share. –NOT AT THE SAME TIME!) You all have no idea how it is when you get old! You take showers for granted. I did. Imagine water streaming and cleaning you without making your back hurt or feeling like you are going to fall! Okay, all that is probably TMI. If so I hope you skipped it!

Happy last week-end of April! Hope you’re having a great one!

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

IB (Thanks, Linda!)

 

The tribulations of writing 50K a month are trying to come up with story and words to meet the challenge. It would be wonderful if someone would hand you all the words tied up in a pretty ribbon. But see, doing it this way, I get the occasional word from prompts, if not, at least the first letter. Still, I have to fill in the rest. And what if the writer within is having health issues, lack of sleep issues, a rainy Saturday? Throw it into the pot. Just like the brother who made us lazy-bones spaghetti, thanks! Read a blog and someone speaks of chicken thighs? Hehe, the characters have lunch! So below you see what my characters inherited from my lazy Rainy Saturday:

Raining. Nothing is more restful as the sound of rain on the roof. Anna stretched and cozied under the covers. It’s Saturday. Saturday’s are for sleeping in.

An hour later She woke again with the thought that since they landed on Haven they hadn’t kept track of the days of the week or dates on a calendar. What made her sit up straighter, they hadn’t had rain, not like this. A sprinkling every now and then, but not mud making noisy rain.

“Judy, Beth, is it Saturday? Is it raining?”

They often had sleep-overs, they found they needed to reconnect often like it had been the first few days on Haven,

Judy stood and pulled open the curtains. “Sure enough!” she gestured toward the window. The grey sky and steady tapping on the window seemed to bring her under its power. She laid back down on her bed and stared out the window. She was nearly back to sleep when Beth woke excited.

“Know what would make this a perfect day? Boneless fried chicken with mushrooms, and then read, play games, or draw all day!”

Judy loved cooking so she took on the request and headed for the kitchen. She pulled the chicken from the fridge and started the stove. She loved how everything appeared when she needed it, without the bother of going to a store, or even worse chopping the head off said chicken and de-feathering. Within minutes the savory smells had all three women at the table doing their share of prep to make a meal worth the drool.

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So I am behind due to the sinus issues so I need to get over and vomit another 2,000 words. Have a wonderful Saturday. By the way, we’ve had two naps already due to the rain. At least our desert sage is green instead of yellow like the rest of the year. And Pirates of the Caribbean have been on all day to be the background for naps or writing.

 

 

 

 


Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “lip.” Use it as a word, or find a word with “lip” in it. As always, use any way you’d like. Enjoy! 

So below are my twenty L words plus lip for Linda G. Hill. I’m sure she gets her share of lip but–she asked for it! 😉

 

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Let’s be clear.” Linda/Adnil and the rest of the Leprechauns of Limerick were confused by their friends’ faces. Little fairies nearly dropped from the air. “What is wrong with Dusty, Jade and Mary?” She bit her lip, took off her hat and sat down next to Dusty. She slapped her face but that only made Dusty fall flat on the ground. “Come on, everyone. We know what they taught us. Let’s see if we can help!”

All the little people gathered around. They sat and held hands. They grew quiet and they made sure that the hands of Dusty, Jade and Mary were included in the circle, even if they were looking dead. These little people saw in their heads, rather than words, pictures of dragons putting out fires and setting up lava tubes. There was a hill somewhere else with bodies strewn out, including a chicken. There were men passed out in a cave. There were ladies under piles of dirt and debris. And now Dusty and her girls were out cold. The Leprechauns wanted to help.

The little people didn’t know how to locate the people in the vision. They needed to remember what they had learned under Dusty’s leadership the last time she had been to Earth. Dusty was a legend among their people. Through her, they lived longer. The lessons she taught were about how to keep their ladies safe. She made them loud and strong. Before they had to lie. They made laws that there would be no female leprechauns. That was why they all had reversible names. Like Linda who presented as Adnil. It was a male society then, not just in the leprechaun world. Everyone had to stay in line with that law. And so the lie continued until Dusty and friends came and show the error of their ways.

What seemed like a long time the group sat joining forces and watching their inner movie of what was happening all over the Havenverse. The next picture was of these little people becoming little dragons. They could do everything the big dragons could but fit in places while invisible to see what the problems were. Quickly assignments were given, in pictures, as to who would go where and what they were to do, then they blinked there. Three fairies stayed at Dusty and her daughters’ side. It seemed Earth was directing them to just hold each shrunken woman while talking and stroking their faces. This faint was of Earth but not an illness so they should come around.

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So the above I wrote two days ago. I am two days ahead of the A2Z one because of the Sunday off, and two because my writing took off. As of tomorrow, I will be three to four days ahead. I have to admit that having the Sundays off is wrecking my flow. So, though I will still participate in the challenge I am letting go of doing this to the book that the planet seems to be dictating to me.

Also, I’ve learned that it is distracting to the reader that might find bits of the story interesting. So I think I will still share bits of the writing, but not keep them strict to the alphabetic challenge. I kind of wonder why this challenge isn’t in February where the number of days is closer to the 26. The last couple of days could get the blogger ready for the next challenge.

And heck! I miss sharing my day to day challenges, adventures, and complaints! So from M on it will be when everyone else is sharing but unless it just falls there in the story, it will be in another method of posting. So not breaking the challenge rules as far as I can see, just adjusting my own goals to what will get me my 50K for CampNaNo in the best way I can. Besides Kali and my knitting are getting jealous! (Leftovers of K day.)

A newborn hat and a bored Kali.

 


Today’s letter in the A-to-Z Challenge is F and the prompt for Stream of Consciousness is the word Fab used as part of a word or alone. Since I don’t see Fab as part of my story I’m writing, I’ll just stream a bit about how fabulous it has been to visit with my daughter and son today. They took off work yesterday, drove half the trip and stayed at a motel. They got here this morning It was windy which made getting out and enjoying the day outside nearly impossible. But Kali’s mommy took her out for a jog anyway. Kali was so happy and now is exhausted. By the way, my daughter was silly and wrote “Dorg” on the picture. LOL! We get to have breakfast with them before they take that long trip home. I’m so glad they got to come even for a short visit.

 

Meanwhile below is the first couple paragraphs I wrote in my CampNaNo project. Again, I went to a random word generator and picked up 20. But in the writing, I think I added more. Again, I know that this may sound confusing, like coming into a conversation not knowing much of anything. I just want to prove my combination of A2Z and CampNaNo. This book seems to be pulling from all the books about Haven I’ve done so far.

Finally after eating Dusty remembered. “I forgot to tell you that the spin and orbit of Haven have changed. We think that may be one factor why everything isn’t functioning at full force.” She glanced at the end of the table and noticed that Henry (Judy’s husband) seemed to have his head in the bowl.

When he noticed everyone staring he wiped his face and smiled. “This soup is so full of flavor!”

Robert (Anna’s husband) and Adam (Beth’s husband) laughed. “I don’t know how you stay so thin! You are eating all the time!” Robert said. “I have to watch my girlish figure!” Again the three laughed. They had been friends from the very beginning. They were half of the original six. Robert had known Anna back on Earth and they reconnected quickly. Henry, Anna’s brother, connected with Judy. Judy was the botanist and zoologist, a very serious scientist. Henry was funny. Smart and interested in everything, but funny. Judy needed that. The six were as faithful to their spouses as they were to each other. They all pursued their own intellectual passions so that when they were with their mates their time was fresh, new, exciting. They were family. There were no favorites, they worked to keep it fair.

Dusty held up her finger and the group quieted. They knew they had work to do. They just needed to figure it out. One thing was for sure, they weren’t going to leave it to fate. Still, as they sat there in human form, they realized that without being enhanced by Haven, by gene-poppers this would be a useless cause. One they would be sure to fail. They knew the first thing to do. They gathered out on the grass and held hands. There was a fraction of a second they thought they hadn’t factored in how different Earth was from Haven. But that thought didn’t last long. Suddenly there was the sound of a full freight train moving through. The temperature rose to the point they each thought they had a fever. Then they heard the voice. Dusty, Jade, and Mary had heard it in the cavern on Haven, Earth was speaking to them. Dusty indicated that they all change form, to dragon-up. They all knew that they would hear and understand Earth better telepathically as dragons.

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Lots more to write before I sleep. Hope you had a great Saturday, full of fab fun!


Wow! It is Saturday again, so soon!

 

 

Per Linda G. Hill:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “dough/d’oh.” Use one, use both, use ’em any way you like. Enjoy!

I choose D’oh! I would use a picture of drooling Homer Simpson here but figure that has to be a copyright infringement.

I was not only surprised at the sudden appearance of Saturday but of the sudden appearance of April and that means:

No. Not NaNoWriMo. But CampNaNo. (Couldn’t find an icon for that). And that sudden realization put me in a rush to get ready. After a day of reinstalling WriteItNow.

And setting up for choosing characters and a place to figure out plots, etc.

And because I can’t seem to put my own pictures in I made sure to install the latest version of yWriter, where I usually do my writing.

After watching OA I was inspired that they could actually keep writing on that show through infinity as there are that many possible dimensions. Then I remembered that postcard my friend sent:

I felt there was a story there. But I didn’t feel like writing historical fiction of the Little House on the Prairie has already been done.

Then suddenly the picture and OA crashed in my head and I think I have a synopsis. As I wrote in the CampNaNo info:

Haven the sentient planet has learned to travel to other worlds, times, and dimensions while maintaining Her own world. What does She look like? What could possibly happen to this unearthly body?

Haven hasn’t talked to me lately but this looks like fun and a lot of potential problems to work out.

OH but then I realized that this is:

So I challenge myself to somehow do both. Maybe what I blog for A2Z will show up in the story or vice versa.

Do you think I will ever get these novels out there and make some dough?

(Did you see what I did there?)


Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “the last piece of mail you received.” Talk about the subject of the last piece of physical mail you received, i.e. a gas bill–talk about gas, not the bill itself. Have fun! Per Linda G. Hill.

I am horrid at mail of any kind. Email and snail correspondence get dusty waiting for me. Especially since we moved into the middle of nowhere. With no house delivery, we used to go to the post office a couple of times a week. We now are lucky when picking it up a couple of times a month.

I have a friend I would love to emulate in her mailing habits. Out of the blue recently I received the above postcard. She wrote a haiku on the back with a nice message of affection. She is the one that sent the present a day for advent. They were things like dollar store bubbles or silly putty. But out here and with the fibro keeping my housebound most of the winter, these were treasures. I felt like a little kid with each gift I opened. I feel the same when I receive a postcard or letter from her.

Not only is this humbling to me, but it also teaches me how little things can make life worth living.

This is my promise in front of the whole internets: I will start writing notes, letters and other types of posts to this friend and others. Even in Spanish if I have to. 😉😎

 

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