Daily Prompt; Come Fly With Me
Share a story…
Daily Prompt; Come Fly With Me
Share a story…
Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.
Photographers, artists, poets: show us TRAVELS.
In my mind, I have traveled the Universe. I have visited from North to South, East to West. I have seen the homeless. I have seen the rich. I have seen death and I have seen birth.
I have seen the smiles, I have seen the tears. I have seen the joy and I have seen the sorrow.
In my mind there is no where I haven’t been. I have traveled the universe.
Daily Prompt; About Page of the Future
Write the About…
Write the About page for your blog in 10 years.
Photographers, artists, poets: show us FUTURE.
Oh boy this will be fun. A chance to let my hair down and dream a way. Besides, who knows? In ten years this dream or part of it could come true.
About Page For Terry1954.wordpress.com
I have been blogging for twelve years. In this time frame I have learned about myself. I have healed so many problems that I carried for ever. I cared for my brother for several years.
While he is now in heaven, I have no doubt that he is saving a spot for me right beside him just like he promised. When I look to the heavens I can feel his smile as he is running and playing with absolutely no more pain.
It took me quite a while to adjust to not having him around. I filled my hours with writing even more. I reached out and tried new avenues adding a variety of thoughts to my posts.
I became much more friendly with my camera and built my own web page filled with all the wonder that I saw.
During the time of these past several years, I published the one book I had started way back. I have another almost ready for publication. It is a book of all my poetry.
I published on Amazon and was amazed at how quickly my book took off. Oh believe me I never became wealthy over it, but I was asked to speak at a few places about how my book came about.
I moved from the icy, snowy weather of Indiana. I am now living a little further south where the sun shines warmer, making my personality shine brighter. During a quick visit to a local restaurant I must have spotted the eye of a handsome man.
When I got ready to get in my car I noticed a sticky note attached to my windshield. It offered his phone number and told me what car he drove. It even said he was waiting for me outside his own car.
That sticky note brought the man who I had hoped and dreamed of for so long together. We have just celebrated our fist anniversary of marriage. He is just perfect for me. He doesn’t crowd me. He allows me to be myself and he doesn’t expect me to entertain him every second he is home. We love each other, we do our own thing, and at the end of the day we come together and talk about what we did. I am so happy.
So in ten years life did work out, just as God knew it would. I worried too much about everything. He had it all worked out. Now if you want to follow along and see what else life brings my way, just click on the follow button. Thanks for taking the time to stop and read my About page. Hugs.
Daily Prompt; As Seen on TV
Write a script for a…
Write a script for a late-night infomercial — where the product is your blog. How do you market yourself? What qualities do you embody that other “products” don’t? What are the benefits of reading your blog?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us LATE.
Are you feeling blue, alone and sometime misunderstood? Do you need someone who cares to listen? Do you enjoy reading about real life stories? Do you want the truth instead of iced lies?
Well come visit my blog. Here you will read heart-felt stories. You will find out that you are not alone in your feelings. Do you think your messed up family is the only one out there? Here you will discover that there are many families with internal problems.
Do you know someone who suffers a chronic illness? Here you will see my daily walk caring for a family member.
What about poetry? Do you like poetry in simple form? Do you want to experience reading without digging out the dictionary? You can find that here. In my blog there are many followers that are caring and loving.
Daily Prompt; Blogger in a Strange Land
What’s the strangest place from…
What’s the strangest place from which you’ve posted to your blog? When was the last time you were out and about, and suddenly thought, “I need to write about this!”?
Everywhere I am I think of blogging. Is this an addiction? No, it is a part of my make-up. When I’m outside looking at nature. Or maybe I am dining out. When I am on a stroll, I really think about blogging. What about when the sun is setting on a beautiful Spring day?
When I see something I can not get close to, like the deer. They are so skittish around humans but not this fellow, he just posed for me.
I think a lot about my brother Al when I blog. He has changed so much since last summer with his M.S.A. When I am flying I think about my blogging. I like to think about writing when I see new life being born. At the holiday I think about the special moments. Every once in a while I will slip a photo of me in there. When I see bright and happy things like this old-fashioned merry-go-round. When I look up and hear the whirly bird coming. When I see things I know I won’t see again in my life time. When I see strange lines or figures in the skies. So in the final thoughts I guess I am always in strange places that seem quite familiar in my own mind.
Daily Prompt; Can’t Drive 55
Take the third line…
Take the third line of the last song you heard, make it your post title, and write for a maximum of 15 minutes. GO!
Photographers, artists, poets: show us SPEED.
This is one time I have to admit I hear the radio. I hear it playing while I am driving down the road. I went to Wal-Mart and got a few groceries because I knew I wouldn’t get out of the house for a few days.
What did I hear? What was the last song I heard? The truth is I have no idea. I don’t take notice of where my mind is wandering, but obviously it does. I refuse to believe that at my age my memory is becoming unglued.
I bet that my mind goes fifty-five miles per minute instead of hour. I bet I think of all kinds of things. Tossing them around my brain. Letting them in and out like a two-way door.
I thought I did pretty good. I didn’t even have a list to take with me and yet got everything I needed.
So what song did I listen to last? Who knows, and really I don’t care, or I would have written down on paper or stored it in my memory box.
I do like the title of this prompt. Can’t drive 55. Wasn’t that the song by Sammy Hagar? Yes, it is. I found it. Here it is.
Now that brings me some real smiles. Good times, free nights and weekends. Running around with the windows down. Hair flying out the window. Curfew of midnight on weekends. Boyfriends, laughter, beaches, telephone calls. Oh those were the days. Oh yeah.
Here is a picture of the first car I bought for $100.00. It was my baby. It was even black just like the photo. I had an AM radio and with gas at 17 cents a gallon I could fly everywhere I wanted to go.