So, since I am trying to be good with my cutting down posting ( and I have, I think you’ll agree!) I still need a little help.
You guys are like my online accountability group, you know, and I have realised that there are a lot of others who want to, or have started projects, and just need that gentle kick up the butt to keep going…
So, I started a group on Facebook, the Kick Ass Kreators, for those who want a daily dose of motivation, and for venting when things aren’t going to plan.
A place to share triumphs, and knocks, with a group who only have each other’s best interests at heart!
You know you wanna join, if you have something you are trying to do…
December 13, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about Cora Kingston. You can answer any of the questions history obscures or completely make up a Cora Kingston story. Go where the prompt (and the name) leads you.
Cora’s Love
Cora wept as she carefully reread the card in one of her hands. Tears blurred her vision but the words were etched on her eyeballs. “You are cordially invited to the union John Yendow and Cora Kingston…” The proofs of their wedding invitations had arrived earlier that week, but so caught up was she in her grief, she hadn’t looked at the mail. Instead of stepping into the church as a blushing bride-to-be, she had entered it to bid farewell to her one true love. In the other had she held today’s order of service. “In loving memory of…”
Sue Vincent, over at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo blog is feeling ill… She has been rewriting traditional Christmas songs with her own very special lyrics, and yesterday’s offering was a verse to be sung to the tune of We Three Kings.
It resonated.
Why?
Because after not feeling too unwell so far this month, two kind children came in yesterday with the coughs and colds from Hell!!
Seriously!
And I sat in bed last night, unable to sleep as my chest congested, and today, well, my nose has been dripping like a tap that needs a washer changed!
To top it off, it was also Christmas Jumper Day for the Save the Children charity. Mine happened to have Rudolph on it, and by the end of the day, I had the red nose to match!
Anyway, back to Sue and her great words… well, yesterday, I just had to sing them as I read them, and I mentioned to Sue that I crooned away… and threatened to record the song… and she welcomed the idea (crazy woman!) so, bunged-up, and sore-throated, I sang…
And here is the result! Click the link below to hear me making a fool of myself!
Dog and mistress suffering are, Fever-ridden, stuffed with catarrh… Snuffling, sneezing, Coughing, wheezing, Feeling quite under par… Oh…ohh… * Chorus: Got the lurgy, don’t feel great… Christmas chores are running late, Early closing? Should be dozing! Think that we should hibernate… * Dog’s complaining ‘cause I won’t go Out for walks in frost, fog and snow, She is seething, I’m not breathing… So much for ‘ho, ho, ho’. Oh…ohh * Chorus * In the shed the tree’s still in store, Baubles, tinsel, angels galore, They can stay there, I just don’t care! Feeling too stiff and sore… Oh…ohh… * Chorus * Haven’t baked a cake or mince pie, I should make the effort and try, Guests arriving, Feel I’m skiving, Think I’ll curl up and cry… Oh…ohh… * Chorus * No gifts wrapped for Santa Claus’ sleigh, Christmas cheer? Not much here today, Nose is glowing And it’s snowing… … I need a holiday… Oh…ohh… * Got the lurgy, don’t feel great… Christmas chores are running late, Early closing? Should be dozing! Think that we should hibernate…
December 6, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about graffiti. It can be an artist, art or the medium itself. Get out your can of spray paint and go where the prompt leads you.
Pure Art
Stepping back, he looked up to admire his work. He inhaled the spray paint, fresh on the wall. A huge mural filled with colour. It had taken him the best part of six hours, what with dodging oncoming traffic. His tag proudly displayed at the bottom. Sure, the wall wasn’t his property, and there was a slight chance that if he got caught, he’d end up at the police station again… He pulled his hat down firmly and wrapped his scarf over his mouth, rendering himself unrecognisable. Some might call it graffiti, but to him, it was pure art.
But I Smile Anyway... 