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Daily Post – My Chosen Cause

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Today’s daily post can be found here

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/09/03/daily-prompt-help/

If your day to day responsibilities were taken care of and you could throw yourself completely behind a cause, what would it be?

This is a thought provoker – because it has made me realise that the charities I give to and the causes I support are not necessarily the ones that I would get behind if I had a chance to be involved.

Many years ago I belonged to a Youth Theatre, we were responsible for organising a charity event (being ambitious 15 – 18 year olds) we tried to get U2 involved and in fairness to them the response we got if it we had asked over a year in advance they would have been involved. In the end it was a much more local event with bands from the town and our sketches and fundraising in between.

We researched homelessness by taking action, working with homeless people in a day centre and talking to homeless about their experiences of being on the streets and the back stories are wide and varied. It was an experience that I will not forget. I think if I had time to throw myself into a cause I would choose to help the homeless.

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Daily Post – Daily Prompt – Name that… You!

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Find the original Daily Prompt here

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/09/02/daily-prompt-identity/#like-35836

Do you know the meaning of your name, and why your parents chose it? Do you think it suits you? What about your children’s names?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us IDENTITY.

I know that my name is Russian for Princess, as far as I know we have no Russian ancestors. My middle name also means princess and when I looked up the meaning of my surname (at the age of 12) I found out it means war.

Which sums me up nicely- Princess Princess War

You will be given at least 2 chances and after that – well woe betide you!

I know that my mother insisted on my name, Dad wanted to call me Melody, he is a Musician. I have always been fairly grateful for my mum stepping in and giving me a name more rare than Melody and less musically associated, unless you include the siren noises of my youth. (If you repeat my name over and over really fast it makes the same noise as an Ambulance siren might!)

It suits me for sure, when I first got to choose a pen-name, when I was first published, I just simply chose to hyphenate my first and middle name! It frustrated me as a child that in every holiday/seaside souvenir shop we could never find a pen, mug, eggcup, sticker or pad with my name on – and more recently I think Coke Cola let me down on naming a bottle after me!

I have only met 3 other people with my name in the 3 plus decades of my life – although 2 of these are recent. There are people out there with the same name and a few famous namesakes – although they are not really, as I am not named after them!

As far as children’s names we have a list – and just pray one day we get a tiny bundle to name ourselves. Although not being as brave as my mum, if it is a boy – its fate has already been sealed by daddy. (Mr G will have some explaining to do!)

 

A happy summer 2011

Daily Prompt: Life Line

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Daily Prompt: Life Line

by michelle w. on August 12, 2013

You’re on a long flight, and a palm reader sitting next to you insists she reads your palm. You hesitate, but agree. What does she tell you?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us HANDS.
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/08/12/daily-prompt-hands/

world handsI’m not really interested in having my fortune told, I don’t believe in all that mumbo jumbo – but this is a long flight to Singapore and I am going to sit next to this lady for a few hours. What’s the worst she can tell me? That I am going to die? We are all going to die at some point.

I hold out my hand, palm upwards. The lady goes quiet, closes her eyes, grasps my hand in both of hers and squeezes. Then she releases my hand and opens her eyes.

She’s performing this strange ritual rather publically in the middle aisle seats. She makes no eye contact, no reassuring sounds or words, she stares at my palm and slowly starts tracing the lines with the smooth skin of her own index finger.

“Your fate line is very faint and your heart and life lines are long. You express your emotions freely but you are selfish in love.

…. You have suffered an emotional trauma.

Your head line is short but you are very creative, you enjoy adventure and have enthusiasm for life (fairly obvious I would have thought as I am on a plane!)

Your life will be full of momentous decisions. (Better neat my indecisive nature then!)

Your life line shows that you have plenty of vitality and strength (I’m still listening to you aren’t I?)

You are a self-made individual, you had aspirations from early childhood. Your palm is ‘Fire’ (that links to my zodiac) and this means that you are; spontaneous, enthusiastic and optimistic, sometimes egoistic, impulsive and insensitive. (Nice!) You are an extrovert, (well that one’s easy!) You do things boldly and instinctively.”

She stops for a moment and looks up at me.

“Do you recognise yourself?”

“Yes thank you, very accurate.” That is what I said, but I couldn’t help thinking she had taught me nothing at all.

Weekly Photo Challenge – Change

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This is a change – a big (decade birthday) when I felt more about the challenges of time passing than the Birthday Boy.

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Click the image to be taken to the Daily Post Blog and the Weekly Photo Challenge.

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NaPoWriMo Day 7# 7/30 Extract – Funny Acrostic

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Note it isn’t actually funny – this is an extract – the full word of the Acrostic is Laughter, the title is wordplay.

Here is my favourite day of all

The day of rest, spent with you.

Essence of love, breath of beauty –

Real life.

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NaPoWriMo 2/30# Extracts

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The Village Nestled by the Mountain

They live a remote

existence,

Protected by the mountain

road,

Surrounding themselves

with green and white,

the beauty of creation.

An extract from today’s NaPoWriMo Poem

https://awritersfountain.wordpress.com/2013/04/01/napowrimo-130-extracts/

https://awritersfountain.wordpress.com/2013/04/01/napowrimo-i-have-now-pitched-a-second-tent-in-the-poetry-camp/

I’m Going Camping!

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Virtual camping that is…

I discovered Facebook_coverwhilst blogging last month, I found out I would have to wait until November. Whilst surfing through research on Saturday evening I discovered footer-campwhich to my delight runs this APRIL (sign up now!) and again in July – if you are not quite ready for Wellies and Waterproofs!

I thought participating in April 2013-Participant-Campfire-Circle-Badgewould give me a chance to catch up on my manuscript – 50,000 word target in 30 days, that’s a higher daily wordcount than I set myself in January but as I have not written since February it seems like a good idea. Technically I think it is meant to be from start to finish in 30 days. However, my m/s is 100,000 and is only a few chapters in 50,000 will help me get closer to the end wordcount. 2013-Participant-Facebook-Cover

I have set my profile and opened my cabin and will be set to start the wordcount on the 1st April.

I can now continue to work (guilt free) on other submissions this month and work the Camp around my April Writing Schedule!

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Friday Fictioneers – A Soul Saved

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Friday Fiction

©-David Stewart

My flash fiction started life as a poem – I have posted that too. Love to hear thoughts on both.

” I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye.” Jevon wept, “She just jumped, there was never a chance to…..” save her he thought to himself , words he couldn’t bring himself to say anymore. Days spent as a ghost, mourning her, places he couldn’t go, pictures it was too painful to see. Deeply guilty that she could not confide in him, he was always too busy, occupied. Sarah needed his strength, he forgot that all too quickly after the engagement.

The image of her coat, flapping desperately against her fragile body, never left his mind. If only he had closed his eyes.

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The original freewrite poem.

 

He reaches out to grab her hand,

she is falling –

falling from the ground that once held her

the rooftop paradise.

 

She falls through the dark skies

her coat flowing upwards like

angel’s wings.

 

He falls to the ground

Clings to the edge of the roof

Too late…

To catch her soul.

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She didn’t turn

as he ran across the rooftop.

Scrunched her eyes up

and edged closer.

 

Tears drowned her eyes

Salt turned her blind,

He calls something

That she doesn’t understand.

 

The

last

thing

she

heard

Was her own inhalation

as

she took her final step.

 

Friday Fictioneers is a challenge you can participate in too – click this week’s photo it is linked to the host blog rochellewisofffields.

Have a go and please leave me your thoughts on my effort to complete the 100 word Story Challenge.