Oh Fiddle Sticks
It was one of those days where I just started out feeling weighed down. The kind of day when I know I just need to keep moving.
It was one of those days where I just started out feeling weighed down. The kind of day when I know I just need to keep moving.
I’m trying a new thing. Perspective Poetry I started out with this observation on my way to work. Road spray Dirt blackened snow A scenic drive Ugh, not so great, but a bit comical. Poets and Writers magazine tweeted that I should flip through a dictionary and randomly choose ten words. Then write a poem…
“T.S Eliot once said, ‘If you aren’t in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?’ We should all feel as if we’re in over our heads when we write; that’s how we know we’re writing about something that really matters. So it takes either courage, self-deception, ignorance, or some of all three, to knowingly put ourselves in this position. It takes an endless supply of hope. Writing anything is ultimately an act of faith and love.” ~ Lee Martin
Do you ever open one of your journals and read the previous entry, which perhaps you wrote yesterday or a few days before, but you don’t recognize the thoughts written there? I suppose not if you don’t keep a journal, but this is one reason why I do, I forget very quickly where I’ve been….
There are details worth honing in on because they take us deeper into an experience or improve a decision. Then there are details that twinkle and glow and transport us to some far reaching outer galaxy of YouTuberVille or Alice in Laundryland. So how do you know the difference? Like most things, it takes practice….
Yes, I can certainly tell that it’s almost Halloween. The gremlins are out and they seem to have something against my mailbox about this time every year. Although, it’s not just me. All the way down the road, there were other dented mailboxes and some must have been knocked clean off as they were bungy-corded…
It’s the middle of January and I haven’t yet written about my intentions for 2012. They are not resolutions. Gasp! None of that malarkey for me! It’s simply that I want to put myself out there more — not in some obscene, exhibitionist way, I’ll spare you that horror. And not in some reveal all,…
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This story has really got legs girl, keep pecking away at it until some new turn presents itself.
Hmmm, perhaps Lucy could temporarily disable her husband somehow, enough to slow him down? Kick him in the crotch? Maybe during the struggle for the gun, he loses his balance and hits his head, and it takes him an extra few seconds to get up? Maybe Lucy fires a warning shot to keep him back, and it hits his car so that he can’t follow?
I hope we get to read the whole story someday!
OK…how about this. Using the gun, she forces her husband into the basement (or another place) and locks the door before she takes off. Too bad she doesn’t have some handcuffs to hook him to something. As soon as she gets in the car she should call the police and say she is being followed by a car so they can catch him.
This would be such fun.
Is it too Hollywood to have the dog regain its strength and do some damage to bad man to slow him down?
I’m with the Dog Geek. I think that Lucy needs to disable her husband somehow. Disable his vehicle, break his glasses (make him almost blind without them), or something.
And, please let the dog survive, even if he doesn’t regain his strength and stop the bad man right then. He/she needs to survive for the sake of my soul!
Java looks totally wore out, poor baby. Hope ya fared better. Love the necklace, it makes me giggle.
Have a great day…you and Java get some rest!!!
Thanks for visiting me Maery! I think she could get the gun by a knee to the nads/kick in the side of the head move, then he’d be down and she could take his keys and fling them into the woods or take them with her or something. If she really gets him down for a brief count, she could grab the dog too– who will survive right? RIGHT??