Today’s writing prompt asks about what our favorite part of us is.
For years, the running joke in my family was about my “perfect feet.” I have no idea how it even started but I know it started when I was young–maybe a teenager? It kind of sounds like a teenage thing.
I sort of recall some discussion about certain traits that were passed down through my father’s side of the family that showed up in the feet that I didn’t have.
And my poor mother was always breaking toes–which at that point I wasn’t doing–so I hadn’t mangled up my feet that way.
Therefore I concluded that my feet (as opposed to the rest of my angsty teenage self) were perfect.
And you know, even though I have gone on to break toes, feet, and ankles (I would say as payback for my smug teenage self, except that I probably just inherited the same “rushing” gene that caused my Mom to do it. Or maybe there’s a clumsy gene. Don’t think they have this whole DNA thing figured out yet), I would say that my feet are still probably one of my favorite parts.
Today’s writing prompt is to write about what makes you feel strong.
For me, just as I have titled this post, it’s knowledge. If I feel informed about something, then I am comfortable. This pretty much goes for every aspect of my life. Obviously I try to make informed decisions at work and not rely on emotions.
My writing and speaking career obviously requires me to be well-informed. If I were not, I would at best be challenged. At worst, my career would be over.
Even in my personal life, I try to make decisions based on knowledge (where that’s required of course. Some decisions are purely emotional and that’s fine too ).
Today’s writing prompt is to write about a dream that I remember.
Sadly this one is easy, although it’s not a pleasant dream. Last night I dreamed that a fellow church parishioner passed away.
In the dream, I was constantly getting her name wrong. I kept mistaking her first name (which in real life is fairly unusual) for a very common one. And I often got her last name wrong in the dream as well. I am not sure what that means (except I hope it’s good will for my fellow parishioner!)
That was pretty much the extent of the dream–finding out that this parishioner had died, discussing it with my co-worker and trying to determine what the arrangements might be (because remember, in my day job, I work for a church so this would not have been idle gossip but work related duties).
Today’s writing prompt is to interview a fictional character.
I have already discussed how much I love to read. But once I finish a book or a series, that’s it. I finished a book last evening. I don’t want to spend anymore time with those characters.
Now obviously some books are more memorable than others, but I still can’t think of a fictional character that I would interview. I even dreamed about this prompt last night but came up with nothing.
Even characters in classic literature don’t rise to the challenge for me. Perhaps it’s not the characters; rather it is that I am not an interviewer at heart. Any TV or print journalist would probably find this easy.
So sorry for my lack of imagination on this one!
Today’s prompt asks about a favorite quote. Here’s mine:
Do what needs to be done, when it needs to be done, the way it ought to be done, whether you feel like it not.
I don’t know who said it. I read that it was etched into a glass window of some stately home somewhere, but as I was thinking about it for this post this morning, that seems a little crazy.
Nevertheless. Ever since I read about it, I wrote it down–first in the front of one of those 10 year garden journals that I keep and then I committed it to memory. It has gotten me through a lot of unpleasant chores in the garden and it has gotten me through a lot of unpleasantness in life.
Mind you, the unpleasant things were still unpleasant–but just remembering that first, they needed to be done (or in some cases, merely endured) and next, that in almost all cases, nothing is as bad in reality as it is in my imagination, makes everything bearable and doable.
I need to remember to use this motto for the particularly nasty winter we are having.
Today’s prompt asks what year would you time travel to and why?
Here I go dating myself again, but as a child, I loved the cartoon “The Jetsons.” I eagerly looked forward to growing up and having a flying car like the husband, George.
Many things that I dreamed about from my childhood have become a reality, but no flying cars quite yet. So I need to time travel ahead to whatever year it is when those are not only a reality but normal–in the sense that cell phones are normal for most of us today.
I suspect if we give Elon Musk–or someone like him–another 20 years, we could have flying cars. But that’s not what I mean. I mean I want to time travel to a place where that’s how we all travel. Maybe it will happen, maybe not. But I can dream. Isn’t that what time traveling is for?
Today’s prompt asks about our favorite photo.
You’ll notice that I haven’t posted a photo here. My favorite photo is probably 30+ years old and is somewhat out of focus. It’s of Sagrada Familia in Barcelona. It was taken on a cloudy day, but it looks even spookier than that. There’s a slightly olive tinge to the photo–I have no idea why–that makes the public area in front of the Cathedral almost appear to be a moat. It’s totally cool and I have no idea what I did to get the effect.
Today’s writing prompt is to write about something mysterious.
There are so many possibilities–so I guess that’s what makes this a great prompt! And I am not quite sure how I might even define “mysterious.”
Is it something unexplained like the UFO phenomenon or paranormal things? (My husband, aka the Spoiler, is a fan of such TV shows so I hear about more of this stuff than I really care to).
Is it something that I haven’t learned to understand (and might not be capable of understanding) like quantum mechanics or string theory?
Actually to me what’s truly mysterious is why winter storms are so hard to forecast. They can tell us days in advance (usually) when and where a hurricane is going. We get tornado warnings with regularity–and there are no tornadoes in sight.
But snow? They might as well be trying to forecast how many angels are dancing on the head of a pin. I truly don’t understand this.
I have completely stopped watching all our local broadcast channels because they only know how much snow we’ll get once it stops snowing.
There are some internet folks who really seem to be able to use science and the various computer models to discuss the coming storms intelligently–and to make fairly accurate predictions. But it’s early days for me using them as “forecasts.”
Perhaps my mystery will be solved by just choosing this better forecast method. Time will tell.
In the meantime, winter forecasting remains very mysterious to me!
Today’s writing prompt asks what book is next on your reading list.
Oh my! For those of you who aren’t quite the voracious reader (or maybe the appropriate word is book aquirer?) that I am, “tbr” stands for “to be read.” All readers have such a thing and talk about the number of books on it.
So I can guess that my next book will be E O Wilson, which is an anthology of 3 of his famous works: Biophilia, The Diversity of Life, and Naturalist. (Again, for those who might be unfamiliar with Wilson, while yes, he is a noted scientist and naturalist, but he is also the first “ant” guy–hence my love for him! His writing is riveting).
But I have so many other choices too! I have 2 of Margaret Renkl’s books just waiting. I have Stanley Tucci’s food memoir, along with those of Lidia Bastianich and Lori Colwin.
I have the catalog from the recent show at the Wadsworth Atheneum, a lovely book about Italian women artists from 1500-1800.
And that’s just some of the non-fiction. But I will stop right there–because if I don’t, how will I ever have time to read?
Today’s writing prompt asks what superpower we want and why.
So despite my claims of not being a Trekkie, I will make reference again to the original Star Trek series (which apparently affected me more than I realize) and say that my superpower would without a doubt be teleportation. Beam me up, Scotty .
Now, mind you, I don’t want to go to deep space. My reasons for teleporting around are much more mundane. I love to travel and see new places but I hate the actual “traveling ” part of it (and I am talking about pre-pandemic, before masks, and all the ugliness on planes, etc.) I am not even crazy about driving my own car, by myself, to get somewhere.
But in my superpower world, if I could just beam myself to the Grand Canyon for a visit and then beam myself home–well, that would be cool.
I could beam myself anywhere–places that I would never go because I couldn’t stand the long plane ride. It would be amazing.
But alas, I don’t have that superpower. So it’s wonderful that I have a fabulous imagination and that we have the internet to join us all together so we can “see” what we’ll never visit in person.