If I Had My Own Personal Robot…

The Daily Post’s writing prompt for today is You, Robot.

The idea:  Congrats — you’ve been handed a robot whose sole job is to relieve you of one chore, job, or responsibility you particularly hate. What is it?


Okay, this is an easy one.  I don’t hate this responsibility/job, BUT if I had a robot to handle this for me, I’d have him/her/it relieve me of my contracts.  I actually like the work I do.  However, if I could more fully focus on the book I’m writing, I would so love to not have to work all day long.  I’d have time to clean my house, time to write, time for yard work and quality family time.

My contracts go anywhere from 3 hours a day to 15 hours a day, 5, 6 or 7 days per week.  There are highs and lows to working from home.  I’ll take all of it, though, because there’s no place I’d rather be.  I am allowed the opportunity to drive my child to and from school, take her to any and all appointments, help her with homework and projects and everything else she does.  In other words, I get to stay home, work and raise my child all at the same time.  And.  It’s.  Wonderful.

I hate to do the dishes but it doesn’t take long to do those.  So I’d rather be free of “work” to have the 3-15 hrs per day to do other stuff.  Wouldn’t that be amazing???!!!

What would you have your robot do for you?

Do You Have Demons?

The Daily Post’s daily writing prompt for Aug. 23 was Opening Lines.

Here’s the idea:  What’s the first line of the last song you listened to (on the radio, on your music player, or anywhere else)?  Use it as the first sentence of your post.


See if you can guess what I was listening to…  (you can guess or you can sing my song along to the tune of spoiler alert!)

When the days are cold
And you’re getting old
Looking at your life
Wishing you’d been bold

Spent your life in fear
Wasted every year
Wondering what if
And now death is near

I wanna live it now
I wanna make my wow
There’s not much I can do
What do I have to prove

I wanna show myself
Not keep it on a shelf
I can do anything
I can do anything

When you see my eyes
You can feel my pain
I’m so locked up inside
I’m so locked up inside
Don’t ask me what
Don’t ask me why
I’m so locked up inside
I’m so locked up inside

What will they all say
Your eulogy day
That you tried your best
That you paved your way

That you overcome
That God’s will was done
That you were so brave
Fought your fears and won

She took her fears and faced
She won that tough race
Nothing she couldn’t do
She had herself to prove

I wanna show myself
Not keep it on a shelf
I can do anything
I can do anything

When you see my eyes
You can feel my pain
I’m so locked up inside
I’m so locked up inside
Don’t ask me what
Don’t ask me why
I’m so locked up inside
I’m so locked up inside

Don’t wait another day
Don’t let it get away
You need to face your fear
Get it out of here

You must believe in you
Let me tell you I do
Get out and do that thing
And make your own heart sing

When you see my eyes
You might feel my fear
But I will choose to fight
I’m gonna choose to shine
Don’t ask me what
Don’t ask me why
I’m gonna bring my light
I’m gonna choose to shine

Wonder and Tragedy

The Daily Post has their prompt for the day as:  Tunnel Vision

You’ve been given the ability to build a magical tunnel that will quickly and secretly connect your home with the location of your choice — anywhere on Earth.  Where’s the other end of your tunnel?


Deep within the Carpathian Mountains

A little known cave in Romania

Hides secret passage to another realm

Shadowy caverns Transylvania

Conceals a portal between old new worlds

Whence Magdalena traveled just twice more

Carrying her seventh the chosen one

Thru a once long ago safe passage door

Tunnel to Old World pure magic once lived

Before wars started and one found the key

What once was a shred of peaceful free Earth

Now the veils are torn by evil and greed

Wondering what will become young Willa

For she knows nothing of her history

Time will tell as life and events unfold

What befalls her wonder and tragedy

Name o’ the Game… or Car

The Daily Post has delivered its daily prompt:  The Name’s The Thing

Have you ever named an inanimate object?  (Your car?  Your laptop?  The volleyball that kept you company while you were stranded in the ocean?) Share the story of at least one object with which you’re on a first-name basis.

I have indeed named a few of my cars, though not all of them.  This 2002 Ford Explorer I’ve been driving since around April of 2002, I named Stormy Blue.  That’s what she looks like, so it became her name.  She’s my favorite color for a vehicle.  She’s a beaut!  We have been through a lot together and though I may never own another Ford Explorer (Shhh!  Don’t tell her), she’s still getting us to and fro and we’re thankful.

My laptop occasionally has a nickname, I’m a bit embarrassed to admit.  Hi Ho Silver.  Yes.  “Silver” for short.  (Some o’ you young’ns may not get The Lone Ranger reference but that’s ok.)  I call him.  I actually call him.  As if he might actually answer me.  ‘Silver?!  Where are ya, boy?’  I’m not right.  I know this.  And yes, he walks off and hides, because I thump him daily.  Poor little dude is tired of getting poked and tapped on.  I find him in my bedroom, sometimes hiding beneath my bed.  I find him in my office, sitting in my chair.  I find him in the living room, laying around on the couch, and sometimes sprawled out on the floor.

Hmm…  What else?  Of course, I had 3 dolls and several barbies when I was younger and they all had names.  Duh.  (I believe I still have them packed up somewhere.)  I’ve had a few stuffed animals throughout the years and all of those have had names.  I actually held on to a couple of those.  I’ve had Peaches, The Wonder Dog since I was about 3 years old.  He made me happy when I was sad and he made me better when I was sick.  He’s held lots of tears through the years along with a lot of germs.  And yes, I finally washed him after reaching adulthood.  It’s amazing he never made me sick.  Also amazing is how he didn’t fall apart when I washed him.  And then there’s my Honey.  I bought him when I was pregnant with Hallie.  My hub wasn’t the most talented person at comforting me, so I got my little squishy and soft Honey dog and hugged him all night long and crazy at it sounds, he made me feel better.  Am I crazy?  You don’t have to answer that.

Stepping Outside My Comfort Zone

Okay, so several of you have asked for a Facebook fanpage?  I’ve put it off this long because, well, as you know, I’m extremely introverted unless I’ve had a little liquid courage and even then… well, no, I guess I become more extroverted when I been drankin’, but anyway…

I’ve done it.  I’ve started a fan page.  My palms are sweaty.  My heart is racing and I may have returns on my breakfast.  The Lord has been testing me lately and asking me to step outside my comfort zone.  I must stand up to and face the fear, make eye contact with him and say, “We got this.”  *hands trembling*

Not sure what to do with said fan page as of yet.  I will simply do what I’ve been doing, set up my posts, challenge myself, participate (yes, I said it) and try to update the status of how the books are progressing.

Any questions?  Comments?  Let ‘er rip!


Camp Nano Washed Out

Well, technically, Camp didn’t wash out.  I did.  It’s not for a lack of trying, mind you.  I’ve had much on my plate with work, with running after Hallie and helping her (post-surgery), running after the animals, mowing and working in the yard, cooking, cleaning, washing, going to and fro physical therapy and the list goes on.

I did manage to scribble roughly 5,000 words, not quite reaching the goal I’d set for myself of 10,000.  BUT!  I am still squeezing in time to write, even if it’s for a measly 15-30 minutes a day.  Hey, something is better than nothing, right?  Right.

I sort of messed myself up a bit to be honest.  I started back on my work of non-fiction that I started in October of last year and it’s like I had to force myself and found it to be more of a chore than fun.  I cannot write like that.  It has to be fun.  Don’t misunderstand.  Sometimes you have to glue your butt to the chair or couch or bed or porch swing or wherever it is you want to write and actually put in the time to write.  Something.  Anything.  Just to get yourself started.

Write the voices that are talking (screaming) in your head

But to sit there in angst with 100 other thoughts running through your head of what you need or want to be doing rather than having the want to sit there and write.  Well…  I cannot write like that.  It has to be fun.  After you sit there and force yourself to write, if the imagination and words are not flowing by the end of the first 30 minutes, it’s not worth it.  So I pulled away and thought to myself, “Self, while I realize finishing this book is important, you have all these voices in your head screaming at you to work on their story.  How can you focus on something completely opposite when you have your fantastical characters screaming at you to write their story?  Writing is writing.  As long as you are writing, you’re getting the job done.  But you need to listen to those voices in your head.  Listen to them.  Write their story.”

Then, I had a dream, woke up at 0:dark:30 after the dream, couldn’t go back to sleep, got up out of bed and wrote.  It was an epiphany.  I have started books 1 and 2 in a series and this dream was the story before book 1.  A new twist!  Sort of like The Hobbit movie coming out after all the Lord of the Rings movies.  It’s the back story before the story.  So, I have to say, I was a bit psyched to get up oh so early to write out everything I could remember from the dream.  And it’s funny.  The more time I spent writing it, the more details sprang up and I started remembering more of the dream, the colors, the sounds in the background, the smells, the rooms and changing environments, the action, the drama, what the characters where saying and how they were saying them.  Writing is such a wonderful trip!!  Hearing, seeing, feeling and smelling the story in your mind and writing it out is like biting into a juicy sweet peach, breathing in that heavenly fresh summery fragrance, and having the nectar drip and run down your chin and arm while savoring every last delicious bite.

If you write at all, then be proud

If you did not reach your goal for Camp Nano, don’t beat yourself up about it.  If it got you started writing and you continue every day to write, then be proud.  The real goal here is to write, to create, to spill your soul or imagination or dreams onto paper or laptop or whatever the tool is of your choosing.  But to write.  That is the goal.  So do that.  And be pleased with yourself.  Someone said once, ‘it’s not the destination, it’s the journey.’  And that is a very true statement.  The journey is the fun part, the adventure and, sometimes, the distraction from real every day life.  It’s my means of escape, though I don’t escape for long, as I love my life and the people in it.  Still, a little mini-mental-vacation is always welcome.  To imagine worlds and stories in your mind — those are some of the best vacation adventures.

So, maybe I didn’t wash out.  I started.  I wrote.  I’m writing daily.  And I will finish it eventually.  And so will you.

And if you did reach your goal for Camp, I applaud you!!  And if you didn’t reach your goal, and, still, you wrote, I applaud you, as well!  Wooooo-hooooo!!!  *clap*clap*clap*clap*wolf whistle*  Whoop!  Whoop!!

Moses, with the Power of God, Parted The Sea

Exodus 14 (paraphrased)

The Lord told Moses to have the Israelites camp out by the sea.  Pharoah will think they’re wandering around in confusion, hemmed in by the desert.  God said, “I will harden Pharoah’s heart, and he will pursue them.”  What do you think this means?  He forced Pharoah’s heart to be hardened?  Anyway, when the king of Egypt realized the people had fled, he changed his mind and wanted them back under his thumb.

Pharoah took 600 chariots along with all the other chariots of Egypt, with officers over all of them.  All Pharoah’s horses and chariots, horsemen and troops overtook the Israelites as they camped by the sea.  When the Israelites saw the Egyptians approaching, they were terrified and cried out to the Lord.

They accused Moses of tricking them and bringing them to the desert to die.  They claimed to be better off where they were, serving the Egyptians than to die in the desert.  Moses told them to not be afraid, stand firm and the Lord would fight for them.  Then God asked Moses, “Why are you crying out to me?  Tell the Israelites to move on.”

He told Moses to raise his staff and stretch out his hand over the sea to divide the water so the Israelites can go through the sea on dry ground.  How freakin’ cool would it be to have seen that?!  God said he’d harden the hearts of the Egyptians so they’d follow in after them.  Then the angel of God, who’d been traveling in front of Israel’s army, withdrew and went behind them.  The pillar of cloud also moved from in front and stood behind them, coming between the armies of Egypt and Israel.  Throughout the night, the cloud brought darkness to the one side and light to the other side; so neither went near the other all night long.  So cool!!  I don’t think I knew this.

Moses did as God asked and the sea was divided, the Israelites went through the sea on dry ground, with walls of water on the left and right.  The Egyptians pursued.  During the last watch of the night the Lord looked down from the pillar of fire and cloud at the Egyptian army and threw it into confusion.  He made the wheels of their chariots come off so that they had difficulty driving.  And the Egyptians said, “Let’s get away from the Israelites!  The Lord is fighting for them against Egypt.”  

Then God instructed Moses to stretch his hand over the sea so that the waters would flow over the Egyptians and their chariots and horsemen.  So he did and at daybreak the sea went back into place.  Not one of those Egyptians survived.  When the Israelites saw the great power the Lord displayed against the Egyptians, the people feared him and put their trust in him and in Moses, his servant.