Tentative Schedule – 2017

Hello, dear readers. Below is a tentative schedule of events here on ATFWHI for 2017. This is set to begin (or continue) on January 1st.

Daily Writing/Challenges:

  • My Daily Tarot
  • The Daily Me Journal
  • 10 Daily Currents
  • End of Day Notes
  • (for a while, I will continue to catch up on The Sandbox Writing Challenge and then it will become a Weekly Challenge)

Weekly Writing/Challenges:

  • Share Your World – Mondays
  • The Sandbox Writing Challenge – Wednesdays
  • Hodge Podge – Wednesdays
  • A Delicious Torment (my memoir) – Thursdays (moved date from Mon to Thurs)
  • Saturday 9 – Saturdays
  • Weekend Coffee Share – Saturdays
  • Song Lyric Sunday – Sundays

Monthly Writing/Challenges: 

  • Journaling January – January (Note: this will be posted under The Daily Me Journal posts when appropriate)
  • A-to-Z Challenge – April

All of this is subject to change. It will depend on my health and other writing projects during the year. I hope you will join me for any or all of these upcoming projects and challenges. I will try to engage with you as much as possible, dear readers.

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The Sandbox Writing Challenge #11 — What fascinates you?

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What fascinates you?

There are a lot of things that fascinate me because I have an inquisitive nature. Here is a small list:

  • birds soaring
  • insects
  • lizards
  • cats
  • science
  • maths
  • different cultures
  • Russian history
  • ancient sites
  • aliens
  • archaeology
  • serial killers
  • Hitler and the Holocaust
  • the flicker of a candle’s flame
  • storms
  • plants growing
  • my own bones and veins
  • classical music
  • ballerinas
  • abstract art
  • the ocean
  • whales and dolphins
  • mythology
  • world religions and spiritual paths
  • my own existence

I know there are more, but I am sure you get enough of a picture here to see how weird and quirky I am.

 

The Daily Me (Journal) Judgement II – 12/30/16

Today’s prompt comes from 100 Inspirational Journal Prompts by Melissa Bolton @ The Mogul Mom

What characteristics do you judge the most harshly in yourself?

Oh goodness, where to start? I probably have more bad characteristics than good ones.

One that I judge myself harshly over is my ‘supposed’ selfish nature. I don’t mean to be a ‘me first’ person, but I know I come across as such. You see, it is not intentional. I get hyper-focused on whatever I am doing to the exclusion of everything around me (remember dear Tarot cautioned me about that just a day or so ago) and when I get that focused, I tend to forget about family and friends and other commitments I may have made. This makes me look like a selfish jerk and I get called that (and worse) quite often.

Another one that I judge harshly about myself is my forgetfulness. I really do have memory issues and if I forget to write myself notes, I will forget to do things. This usually ends up disappointing someone and they get upset with me and I, in turn, get upset with myself. Vicious, nasty cycle.

I can also come across as haughty and snobbish, even though I don’t mean to act that way. I just live in my head a lot and cherish the intellect. All else seems rather tedious and boring to me. But when people point out those characteristics to me, I berate myself and tell myself to act like the average people more often. It is exhausting.

And finally, I judge myself most critically for procrastinating. It sucks the marrow from my bones and causes me a lot of stress because I suffer from OCD and putting things off is just not productive for me. And yet, I do it to the point of driving myself mad.

The Sandbox Writing Challenge #10 — What are they hearing about you?

What are they hearing about you?

The top left has probably just been told about some poetry magazine that’s accepted my work. She looks excited and seems to have two phones up to her ears. Probably hearing it from me and one other friend. Though, this is doubtful. Neither of my friends could give a crap if I published a poem, even though they are both poets.

The lower left has probably heard the same stories about me over and over again from family. Your aunt was never there. She always did her own thing. She had multiple lovers both male and female, blah blah blah. I am sure he is sick of hearing it all for the millionth time.

The one on the right has probably just learned that I am interested in her (she is my type *wickedgrin*) and she doesn’t know whether to be insulted or flattered. She’s probably flattered, but would turn me down if I asked her out.

The Sandbox Writing Challenge #9 — What would you say about yourself?

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Imagine wanting to impress this woman. What would you say about yourself?

I don’t like the idea of impressing people. I know it is necessary if you are applying for a job, but I always hated that. Made me feel like such a phony. Embellish, I was always taught, but there is only so much hype you can spill about yourself before you come across as a fraud. Instead, I would usually underrate my abilities and achievements. I figured if I came across as moderately skilled and successful, it was better than mediocre, and I could always dazzle people with my skills later if hired.

This woman looks like a business woman who is sizing me up, determining if I am lying or telling her the truth. I would definitely not embellish myself around her. I would keep it simple. Yes, I know computers and some software programs. I am sufficient in Word and Excel. Yes, I’ve done tech work. Yes, I’ve worked in a call center before. I have sufficient customer service skills. Yes, I’ve done team work before. I prefer tedious jobs, so sure, I can work alone too. Hobbies? writing, art and research. No BSing this woman, just straight-forward answers.

The Daily Me (Journal) Proudest Moment – 12/27/16

Today’s prompt comes from 100 Inspirational Journal Prompts by Melissa Bolton @ The Mogul Mom

Your proudest moment.

My proudest moment was receiving the acceptance letter from Hollins College (now Hollins University) back in 1993. I’d just finished two years at a local community college for my AAS in General Studies and had been told months prior by my guidance counselor that I would never be accepted at that college. He gave me all kinds of excuses – I was too old (25), my 3.6 gpa wasn’t high enough, and I couldn’t afford it. Luckily for me, Hollins had an adult program called Horizon and I received a scholarship from that program because my gpa was high enough, especially in the courses that counted.

A little back-story. I went to this same community college when I was 18 and took Business Management classes. I hated them and I mostly made Bs. I dropped out during my third semester. I didn’t go back to college until seven years later. This time I had bigger goals. I was determined to get excellent grades and accepted into Hollins College. If my gpa had only reflected the courses I took under General Studies, I would have had a 4.0 and that is the exact thinking of the people in the Horizon program. They accepted all of my General Studies courses, but rejected 75% of my Business Management classes. This brought my gpa up to 3.8, which I maintained throughout my time at Hollins.

For those who don’t know, Hollins is a private women’s college in Roanoke Virginia. It has an excellent writing program (the MFA is co-ed) and has had some great writers graduate from there – Annie Dillard, Henry Taylor, and Natasha Trethewey, just to name a few. And the professors are great too – Richard Dillard, Eric Trethewey, and Jeanne Larsen were my favorites. Yes, Richard was once married to Annie and Natasha is Eric’s daughter. I’d read Annie Dillard’s Pilgrim at Tinker Creek and Jeanne Larsen’s Silk Road before I even attended Hollins and they were the driving force behind why I wanted to go there.

I am so thankful that I didn’t allow that guidance counselor to dissuade me from applying there. I took the acceptance letter to his office and laughed in his face.

The Sandbox Writing Challenge #7 — What makes you shine?

Still working my way through Calen’s challenge based on Roberta Allen’s The Playful Way to Knowing Yourself

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Now tell us, please, what makes you… Shine?

I don’t think there is anything that makes me stand out from others. I am usually the one obscured by shadows, lurking in quiet, dark hallways. I am the one that doesn’t want to be noticed. That generally means that only people like myself gravitate toward me. I can’t sing, play instruments, dazzle people who my charisma, or entertain the masses. I am just a little nobody who likes to be alone, writing my little stories and reading my books. Nothing shinny about me.

The Daily Me (Journal) Lessons – 12/22/16

Today’s prompt comes from 100 Inspirational Journal Prompts by Melissa Bolton @ The Mogul Mom

What lessons did you take from your regrets?

The biggest lesson is that life is too short to have regrets. I have to remind myself of this all the time. So I did some regrettable things. Can I change that? No. Time to move on then.

Another is that the past is in the past for a reason. Shit happened. A lot of it. Has it ruined me? A bit perhaps, but not beyond recovery.

So now, I try to do things purposefully and mindfully. I am not reckless like I was in my youth. This leaves less room for regrets.

The Sandbox Writing Challenge #69 — What I want to be when I grow up – again!

This prompt from Calen comes from Self-Discovery Journal. A little creative imagining just before Christmas.

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If you were to be reborn again,
what would you like to be reborn as?

This should come as no surprise to some of my readers here. A raven. To me, they are such majestic birds, with their blue-black coloring, their intoxicating caws, and how devoted they are to one another. I would love to experience that kind of loyalty. I get transfixed if I see or hear a raven. The affinity I have with them leads me to believe if I were reborn here on Earth, it would definitely be as a raven. Unless the Universe really is a cruel jokester. I wouldn’t care that I’d have to eat roadkill and toss-outs. I would be free to soar and search out my dinner. It would be a perfect life.