Today is a wonderful day for me because I have finished the month-long challenge for National Novel Writing Month. I will now set aside that draft for at least a month so that I can work on something else. I don’t know what, but it’ll be something else. I need a break from my novel. It was fun to write, but I’m tired.
It was a beautiful place, the green of the forest cradling the charred remains of the house, the steel beams that would have held it up under the worst of earthquakes still standing. The birds were chirping quietly overhead and there were squirrels and other wildlife moving through the ruins.
She looked up at it and remembered the laughter of the people who had lived there. The sound of children wrestling in the backyard and the smell of the food being cooked in the kitchen.
“You’re gone now, I have accepted it,” she whispered to the trees, “But that doesn’t mean I can’t rebuild.”
Inspired by the Light and Shade Challenge.
Good Morning and Happy Thanksgiving.
If you ask my niece and nephews why I am a horrible aunt, they will tell you many things, but right now my eldest nephew will mostly say it’s because I make him do holiday homework on national holidays.
I’m grateful for that homework, though, because it gives them something else to do when on some days they just stare at the ceiling because all of their friends are gone and they’ve all already used up their electronic time.
That and it’s good to keep that knowledge near the front of their heads so it’s not such a big culture shock when they get back to school.
Check our the original Thankful Thursday.
This is a poem that my family has had for several years, it was a present given to my mother when I was a teen.
This poem popped into my mind when I was reading a post over at Afternoon of Sundries called To Be Honest, It’s Okay.Some houses try to hide the fact That children shelter there; Ours boasts it quite openly… The signs are everywhere. For smears are on the windows, Little smudges on the door; I should apologize I guess For the toys strewn on the floor. But I sat down with he children And played, and laughed and read; And if the door bell doesn’t shine, their eyes will shine instead. For when I’m forced to choose One job or the other, It’s good to be a housewife But I’d rather be a Mother. –author unknown
It’s something that hung on the wall in our house in Riverton and it hangs up on the wall her in the duplex as well.
I’m not a mother nor am I a housewife, but it’s something that makes me think of my mother and the sister that I now live with. They would like to have a clean house, but it’s not the most important thing to them. (Though Mom did make sure we knew how to clean.)
It’s not anger that is the true villain here
But fiery frustration.
It is the gateway to the greater toxic emotion
But anger isn’t the first step.
Frustration is sometimes a notorious swing
It can move by so fast
That you’re in the anger zone
Before you even know it.
Controlling your anger begins here
When it is still a smaller step.
Don’t let your frustration grow so quickly
That it speeds by without anything to stop it.
Inspired partially by the ongoing fight against lashing back at pre-teens and teenagers and also from last week’s Three Word Wednesday.
She gazed below as the ground continued to move underneath her. She was high up in the atmosphere, mostly in the outer reaches of the Earth’s gravitational pull and yet still close enough to see as the planet turned.
‘It is so beautiful. I can see why my queen would do everything she could to protect this place.’
It was a view that she had seen millions of times throughout her life and it was likely that it would continue to be one that she sought during those times when she wanted to be alone. There were very few that could reach this height and not require some kind of equipment to either give them air or hold their position. She did both effortlessly and without much thought.
This wasn’t the first time she had sought this refuge since her sister was sent away and it wouldn’t be the last time either, but each time she came here, she was less melancholy and less prone to depression.
This was a very good thing. For someone with her abilities and responsibilities falling into a depression wasn’t just disastrous for herself, but for millions of other lives that not only depended on her to defend them, but for the generations that would come after. When someone, anyone fell into depression they lost track of time. She couldn’t afford to do something like that when what were months or years to others were centuries to her.
‘Maybe I should go on a short tour of our galactic region as Solaris has suggested. It would do me good to be away from the last place my sister and I were together on.’
With her mind made up, Star gave one last look down at the mountain range below before jetting off through the atmosphere back to her queen’s current abode.
Inspired by the current Light and Shade Challenge.