tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15346309944882939052024-02-07T02:59:44.640-06:00bigger than a lasagnaThis is creative writing exercise. Most of the work posted is unfinished, so comments and critiques are appreciated. My email is below in case you would rather send me your thoughts privately. Thanks for visiting, and I hope you enjoy!Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02757679752138734026noreply@blogger.comBlogger458125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534630994488293905.post-82291288083725371292022-11-11T18:20:00.003-06:002022-11-11T18:21:47.494-06:00NaNoWriMo Day Eleven: A Short Break<p> Hey Y'all,</p><p>I am taking the weekend off for my son's birthday.</p><p>heidi</p>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02757679752138734026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534630994488293905.post-45051083455985623102022-11-10T11:59:00.002-06:002022-11-10T12:10:29.613-06:00NaNoWriMo Day Ten: Some More of the Story.<p> Hey Y'all, </p><p>Here you go. I don't think that I will finish it today. It is turning out to be a longer story than I thought. </p><p>heidi</p><p><br /></p><p><i>How He Died (continued)</i></p><p><i>A woman walked over to me and asked me to come with her. She lead me to a quiet part of the hospital and put me in a hospital room by myself. She said they would come and get me when it would be okay. So I sat and I waited...and waited...and waited. All I could do was sit. I don't remember even thinking. At some point, I walked to the door and stood there. I was like the hallway, empty. Eventually, someone walked by. I asked the person, maybe a woman, about Darrell. She said that someone would get back with me. So I waited some more. It's all a big blank now. I could have been very active during this time; I just don't know. I don't think I waited as long this time. At some point someone did come get me. </i></p><p><i>Darrell had been put on a ventilator. He wasn't breathing on his own. He needed more care than they could give him. His kidneys had shut down and he needed dialysis. They were arranging to send him to a hospital that was actually closer to our house. I was wearing a thin blouse and a sweater, and, at some point, the back of my blouse had ripped, like, all the way up. I needed to go change. they said I should have time to go by the house and get to the other hospital.</i></p><p><i>I went home. It was dark and quiet. </i></p><p><i><br /></i></p><p>I'll write more later.</p><p>heidi</p><p>written 11/10/22</p>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02757679752138734026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534630994488293905.post-34981110681917203652022-11-09T21:23:00.001-06:002022-11-10T11:15:41.050-06:00NaNoWriMo Day Nine: Finally.<p> Hey Y'all, </p><p>So, did I tell you that my computer updated and now my mousepad works? Woohoo! And today was day seven in a seven-day work week. I am so going to sleep tomorrow. I've already had two naps since I got home before five. I think my dogs have had three. I found the "Midsomer Murders" channel on my Roku, and it is playing in the background while I write. I don't really want to write tonight. I could give a lot of reasons why, but I just don't want to. I want to go back to bed. I guess that's why I am checking in tonight. I wanted to tell you I'm not going to write tonight. I hope you are having a good November. I also hope that I can work through this malaise tomorrow and at least finish "How He Died." </p><p>Have a good night. </p><p>heidi</p><p>written: 11/9/22</p><p>word count: 152</p>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02757679752138734026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534630994488293905.post-60807426945336339372022-11-08T21:15:00.005-06:002022-11-08T21:26:06.652-06:00NaNoWriMo Day Eight: Man Am I Tired.<p> Hey Y'all!</p><p>I was supposed to have today off, but my boss asked me to come in, so I did. Now I have Thursday off. Now I am on Day Six of a seven-day work week. That combined with the emotional toll the election always has on me and the emotional toll yesterday's writing had on me, well, I am exhausted. It's a choice of going to bed and listening to "Mr. Keene: Tracer of Lost Persons" or writing. I think going to bed will win. I suspect that because I have already changed for bed and am in bed with the fan on and the lights off. Maybe I'm just clairvoyant. Thank you, Blogger for spelling "clairvoyant" for me, twice.</p><p>I was watching "Red Dwarf" tonight and Holly described a time and dimension thing as "wibbly." That makes me think that the Tenth Doctor watched "Red Dwarf." No reason for telling you that, it's just an idea I had. And all words count, right? Maybe I can write a fan fic where The Doctor is watching TV? How would that go? </p><p><i>The Doctor was bored. Rose was gone and he was lonely. He decided to visit the 1990's. After all, the food's not bad and he could catch up on some telly. </i>[Is it weird for an American to use British slang? It didn't feel too weird, but did I even use it right?]<i> He surfed the channels and found a program called "Red Dwarf." They were talking about dimension jumping being wibbly. Dimension jumping wasn't wibbly. Time was wibbly. It was wibbly-wobbly and kind of timey-wimey. Timey-wimey? Where did he get this stuff? He was glad no one was around to hear that one. He made a mental note to take timey-wimey out of his vocabulary.</i> </p><p>Okay. So, I wrote a thing. I should change the font so you can tell the difference. And, man, is predictive text freaky or what? Or am I just that predictable? Ugh, I am a predictable writer. </p><p>Yay, all the words. </p><p>Goodnight, y'all.</p><p><br /></p><p>heidi</p><p>written: 11/8/22</p><p>word count 344</p>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02757679752138734026noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534630994488293905.post-5577991840016928512022-11-07T12:44:00.004-06:002022-11-10T12:12:15.226-06:00NaNoWriMo Day Seven: My Computer Battery Died and It Took a Minute to Charge It. <p> Hey Y'all, </p><p>So, I still haven't written a short story. This is more a journaling exercise. I am writing before I have to go to work. I don't want to go. I am closing the store tonight and I don't like doing that. </p><p>Google says that today is Marie Curie's birthday. Happy birthday Marie!</p><p>Okay. so here is the beginning of a story I don't want to tell, but needs to come out. I'll try to finish it tonight after work, but it may be tomorrow. </p><p><br /></p><p><i>How He Died</i></p><p><i>My husband was very sick. I asked him to go to the doctor and he said that he had a whole bunch of appointments in a little over a week and if he still felt bad, he would ask them about it. He complained of his back hurting. he lost his appetite, and he was sleeping a lot. On Monday, I told him that if he still felt bad on Tuesday, then we were going to the hospital. Tuesday came and went and he still felt bad. And I didn't take him. Why didn't I take him? The reasons seem so stupid now. Then it was Thursday. I had an appointment with my therapist and I asked him to go with me. He felt so bad, but he went anyway. My therapist was right down the street from the hospital. I discussed with her what was the best way to get him to go and she said to just take him, When we were done, that's what I did. </i></p><p><i>He was pissed. I was afraid that he had dehydrated himself, which was extra concerning because he had Congestive Heart Failure and wasn't able to just take fluids. It had to be done very slowly. We waited in the lobby for the triage nurse to call us back. Although he was mad, he never really fought going that much. Why didn't I take him on Tuesday? When the triage nurse called his name, I went with him. The triage nurse was also a man. I explained how I thought he might be dehydrated while the nurse took his blood pressure. Except, his blood pressure was so low, that it wouldn't register on the machine. They hurried him to a room and some things happened and I don't remember what they were. What I do remember next was that they placed him under this blow up blanket that was heated and he hated it. He kept taking it off , complaining that he was hot. At some point a doctor came in and yelled at me because the blanket was off. She said he had to keep it on. Then, we were alone again. I don't remember talking to him. I think I must have said something about him needing to keep the blanket on and him not liking it. but I don't remember. The he said "Heidi, help me! Help me!" and he passed out. </i></p><p><i>He never really said my name that much. The whole time I knew him, he was making up nicknames for me. He liked to do that, but I always wanted him to say my name more often. I liked the way it sounded coming from his mouth. But not that night. I was by the side of his bed where he had rolled over and he was quiet. I said "Darrell, Darrell?" and then I laughed. I fucking laughed. I do that sometimes when I am nervous, scared, or embarrassed. Why hadn't I taken him to the hospital on Tuesday? Then, the room filed up with people. I walked over and sat down, hoping they wouldn't notice me. I knew that if they noticed me, then I would have to leave. </i></p><p><br /></p><p>heidi</p><p>started 11/7/22</p><p>word count: 627</p>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02757679752138734026noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534630994488293905.post-31023526240661107402022-11-03T23:04:00.003-05:002022-11-08T21:18:26.066-06:00NaNoWriMo Day Three: See What Happened Was...<p> Hey Y'all!</p><p>So, I started a story during my break but, I did not write during my lunch because I ate instead. In my defense, I was hungry. I had a a Publix chicken tender salad made like a Foosackly's salad. It was delicious! Google tells me that today was National Sandwich Day. I could have added a sandwich to my salad. Anyway, now I am home and I have taken a Melatonin because I have to be back at work tomorrow at 8 am. I don't think that I am going to be awake much longer. I also remembered a story that I wanted to write a while back about a proposal. Now I have two stories that I can write. That is what we call progress. Also, did I tell y'all that "Red Dwarf" comes on Crackle? I think I am falling asleep to a Britcom tonight. </p><p>My battery is dying. See you tomorrow.</p><p><br /></p><p>heidi</p><p>written 11/3/22</p><p>word count: 158</p>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02757679752138734026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534630994488293905.post-40662025187218811252022-11-02T22:20:00.005-05:002022-11-08T21:19:16.123-06:00NaNoWriMo Day Two: Yeah, I Am Dry<p> Hey y'all!</p><p>So, I still have no idea what to write about. I did find some prompts and some of them have set a spark, I just don't know where I want to go with it. The site where I found some prompts that I like is <a href="https://smartblogger.com/creative-writing-prompts/">72 Clever Creative Writing Prompts (+ 6 Brainy Bonus Tips) (smartblogger.com)</a>. There is one where you have committed a crime, but you don't remember doing it. I think I would like to write about this and have the crime be some sort of misdemeanor, like jaywalking. There are some possibilities there. I may try to write something tomorrow while I am on lunch and then transcribe it here. I just have to find my traveler's notebook where I write stuff. That's how not writey I've been over the past two years. I stopped carrying my writing journal. </p><p>What I probably should do is just start writing the story now, but it is getting late. Ten o'clock is now late for me, I used to start writing at this time of night. Does that mean that I am getting old? Nah, I am just more interested in watching planning videos. Right now, I am watching "Rana Plans" on YouTube while I am trying to write here. Not the best writing discipline going on. I am having fun just randomly write whatever comes into my head. And then count that as writing for NaNo feels a little naughty. </p><p>I have been reading <u>Fer-De-Lance</u> by Rex Stout. It is the first of the Nero Wolfe books. With all of the mysteries that I like to read and listen to, you would think that I would try to write a mystery, but it intimidates me. Maybe that is a sign that I should try. Maybe something on the level of Encyclopedia Brown. Although I have a hard time figuring out those mysteries as well. I am afraid that my mystery would be too obvious. An obvious mystery is not the worst thing ever though, so maybe I'll try a page long mystery while I am doing NaNo. I could Columbo it and have you see the crime happen, so you know who the bad guy is. By the way,<i> </i>I have no idea who has done it in the Nero Wolfe story. It could be anyone. </p><p>So, let me go and try to find my writing journal so that I can actually try to write a story and y'all can read something other than my random thoughts. </p><p>Good night!</p><p>heidi</p><p>written: 11/2/22</p><p>word count:425</p>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02757679752138734026noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534630994488293905.post-42344007014702168932022-11-01T23:37:00.002-05:002022-11-08T21:19:44.093-06:00NaNoWriMo Day One: Stuff in General<p> Hey y'all!</p><p>Things have happened. If you have read any of my latest posts, then you know my sweet husband died. So then, I moved to the beach and got a job and started working a lot. A whole lot. Also, my mousepad is broken on my computer, and it is a pain to use a regular mouse (it's sitting on my leg at the moment.)</p><p>Anyway, I missed the last two(?) NaPoWriMos and I haven't done a NaNo since forever, so I figured I would try to do it here. I thought I would be a NaNo rebel and do a series of short stories. Bwahahahahaha! The problem is that I have absolutely no ideas whatsoever. I played around with one idea where my bra was trying to eat my breasts, but then, I took my bra off and my inspiration went with it. Also, if you've ever read this thing, you know I like a good twist ending. Too much M. Night Shamalan and "The Whistler" old time radio I guess. If this is your first time reading this, then spoilers.</p><p>I went to work today and I closed and then I went to Waffle House because I wanted breakfast for supper and it was so stinking good that now I am sleepy and the muse is not with me. I am going to spend the rest of this week working on finding prompts and trying to come up with something and hopefully, that will trigger something in me. Also I am not going to eat so dang much right before I try to write. All I want to do is watch an episode of "Mr. and Mrs. North" and go to sleep listening to Philo Vance mysteries. </p><p>Of course, I am totally count this small section in my word count for the day. Woohoo! </p><p>Thanks for checking up on me! Talk to y'all tomorrow. Sweet dreams.</p><p><br /></p><p>heidi</p><p>written: 11/1/2022</p><p>322 words</p>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02757679752138734026noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534630994488293905.post-31354293947376343392020-08-25T23:22:00.004-05:002020-08-25T23:22:35.697-05:00rain and fire<p> i want to </p><p>yell at the universe</p><p>bring him back</p><p>but all i utter</p><p>is a whimper</p><p>everything else is trapped</p><p>inside.</p><p><br /></p><p>heidi</p><p>written: 08/25/20</p><p><br /></p><p>I've been listening to "fire and rain" on a loop and it inspired something.</p>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02757679752138734026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534630994488293905.post-86803549491796316252020-05-02T20:24:00.001-05:002020-05-02T20:24:54.952-05:00A Good Tidy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I really need to go back and reread some of the stuff here. There may be some changes I would want to make. I also fear there are numerous typos to correct. Maybe that can be a summer project!<br />
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heidi </div>
Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02757679752138734026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534630994488293905.post-6383564089469917752020-04-30T14:38:00.002-05:002020-05-02T20:20:17.466-05:00Na/GloPoWriMo Day Thirty: When the Depression Comes Back<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
change your meds<br />
add something take something away<br />
muscle through it.<br />
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heidi<br />
written: 04/30/20<br />
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For the final day, we were to write a poem about something returning. This isn't the happiest subject, but it was what came to mind.</div>
Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02757679752138734026noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534630994488293905.post-68947720552905802862020-04-29T22:27:00.000-05:002020-04-29T22:32:29.666-05:00Na/GloPoWriMo Day Twenty-Nine: For the Love of God, Go Outside!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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two sets of </div>
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deep brown eyes attached to</div>
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nightime carpet poopers.</div>
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heidi</div>
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written: 04/29/20</div>
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Today's prompt was to write a paean to your pet. I have already written something like that for one of my dogs the NaPo. Also, I am frustrated with them right now. I would pay someone to come housebreak my dogs. </div>
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Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02757679752138734026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534630994488293905.post-70170382804798026322020-04-28T15:23:00.000-05:002020-04-28T15:23:09.477-05:00Na/GloPoWriMo Day Twenty-Eight: A Sad House<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
holes in roof<br />
trashy dirty hot broken chaotic<br />
house falling apart.<br />
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heidi<br />
written: 04/28/20<br />
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It was a sad house.</div>
Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02757679752138734026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534630994488293905.post-71812388758875989062020-04-27T15:36:00.001-05:002020-04-27T15:41:33.263-05:00Na/GloPoWriMo Day Twenty-Seven: Tranquility<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
she's so content<br />
her head in my lap<br />
sweet puppy dog<br />
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heidi<br />
written: 04/27/20<br />
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Yep. Off prompt again; I am a bit distracted today and it's hard to write on my laptop when most of my lap is full of dog head. I write about my dogs a lot.</div>
Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02757679752138734026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534630994488293905.post-31383393980785823992020-04-26T19:42:00.000-05:002020-04-26T19:42:24.101-05:00Na/GloPoWriMo Day Twenty-Six: Scraps of a Letter<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
...the days slowly...<br />
...since you were here beside...<br />
...I miss you.<br />
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heidi<br />
written: 04/26/20<br />
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I did a small part of the prompt today. I like it, and I'd like to try it again some day.</div>
Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02757679752138734026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534630994488293905.post-59820385473098864432020-04-25T21:54:00.001-05:002020-04-26T19:42:44.803-05:00Na/GloPoWriMo Day Twenty-Five: Where Did My Music Go?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
two-thirds of my<br />
iTunes library is gone...vanished!<br />
i'm so frustrated.<br />
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heidi<br />
written: 04/25/20<br />
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Does anyone understand iTunes? I bought a bunch of stuff recently and that is all that shows up in my library now and I have an iPod full of music that I am afraid to sync with my computer. Dammit Apple! And I just wrote a stupid poem about apples, and that is too much coincidence for me. </div>
Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02757679752138734026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534630994488293905.post-43423419410551418462020-04-25T21:40:00.002-05:002020-04-26T19:42:44.793-05:00Na/GloPoWriMo Day Twenty-Four: Apple<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
some much blame<br />
for something not its fault<br />
was delicious though.<br />
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heidi<br />
written: 04/25/20<br />
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Yep. I like this one.<br />
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Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02757679752138734026noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534630994488293905.post-71229093415266108032020-04-23T23:15:00.001-05:002020-04-26T19:42:44.813-05:00Na/GloPoWriMo Day Twenty-Three: H<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
two tall poles<br />
holding hands together offering support<br />
letter of unity.<br />
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heidi<br />
written: 04/23/20<br />
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Oh, I no longer know what I am doing. Today's prompt was to write about a letter. My favorite is H. </div>
Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02757679752138734026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534630994488293905.post-68035940896012927932020-04-22T23:36:00.001-05:002020-04-22T23:36:35.505-05:00Na/GloPoWriMo Day Twenty-Two: Ich Verstehe Nur Bahnhof<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline !important; float: none; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 1.3888; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I only understand the train station.</span></span><br />
<span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline !important; float: none; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 1.3888; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I don't understand Uge or Bigly.</span></span><br />
<span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline !important; float: none; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 1.3888; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I don't understand how the immigration issue isn't about race.</span></span><br />
<span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline !important; float: none; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 1.3888; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I don't understand how Pro-Life means sacrifice hundreds of thousands of people</span></span><br />
<span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline !important; float: none; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 1.3888; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">for the sake of the economy.</span></span><br />
<span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline !important; float: none; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 1.3888; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I don't understand how the leader of a free country has ultimate authority.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: inherit;">When it comes to the current president, </span><br />
<span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline !important; float: none; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 1.3888; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #b01600;"></span><span style="color: #007620;"></span><span style="color: #b01132;"></span><span style="color: black;"></span>I don’t understand a thing about what that person is saying.</span></span><br />
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heidi<br />
written: 04/22/20<br />
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The prompt for today was to write a poem using an idiom from a foreign language. This poem could have been much. much longer, but it is getting close to time to take my antidepressant. I may come back to it later and add some more. Or maybe not. This is also the first time I have referenced the pandemic in any of my writing. </div>
Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02757679752138734026noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534630994488293905.post-36230166594312723882020-04-21T17:19:00.001-05:002020-04-26T19:42:44.772-05:00Na/GlPoWriMo Day Twenty-One: Off-Prompt<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I'm off-prompt today.<br />
I don't want to play.<br />
Rhyming word say.<br />
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heidi<br />
written:04/21/20<br />
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I'm just kind of phoning it in today. I didn't follow the prompt. </div>
Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02757679752138734026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534630994488293905.post-2955878953973539012020-04-20T14:10:00.003-05:002020-04-26T19:46:48.644-05:00Na/GloPoWriMo Day Twenty: My Little Brother<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
the greatest gift<br />
my parents ever got for<br />
me was homemade.<br />
<br />
heidi<br />
written: 04/20/20<br />
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Today's prompt was to write about a homemade gift. I have been using my titles differently from how I usually use them. I usually pick out the main theme and use that for a title, but now I am using them to provide additional information. Thanks Na/GloPoWriMo for helping me grow as a writer. </div>
Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02757679752138734026noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534630994488293905.post-66730344546437012092020-04-19T12:46:00.000-05:002020-04-26T19:46:48.666-05:00Na/GloPoWriMo Day Nineteen: Computer<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
my window outside<br />
waiting for me to write<br />
filling blank spaces.<br />
<br />
heidi<br />
written: 04/19/20<br />
<br />
Today we were supposed to take a walk gathering things along the way and then write about them. I was sitting with my computer in my lap accusing me of not writing, so I wrote about that. </div>
Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02757679752138734026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534630994488293905.post-75212373037682785942020-04-18T15:55:00.000-05:002020-04-18T16:19:19.183-05:00Na/GloPoWriMo Day Eighteen: Sofia Has An Itch<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
she stands up and stretches<br />
walks around in circles<br />
sniffs the floor<br />
lays back down on the carpet<br />
<br />
arrr arrr rrrr ruff aaaarrrrr!<br />
she is on her back<br />
her body rubbing<br />
her feet kicking in the air<br />
her tail wagging<br />
<br />
my happy dog<br />
feeling immediate joy<br />
scratching her own back<br />
talking while she does<br />
<br />
I imagine it's like how I feel when I eat a really good taco.<br />
<br />
heidi<br />
written: 04/18/20<br />
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Today we are to write about a simple pleasure. It cracks me up to watch my dogs rub their backs on the carpet. It always seems to make them so happy. This was supposed to be an ode, but I need to study up on odes.<br />
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Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02757679752138734026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534630994488293905.post-91143325531181649472020-04-18T15:38:00.001-05:002020-04-27T15:45:47.797-05:00Na/GloPoWriMo Day Seventeen: Heating Up Leftovers Without A Microwave<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
turn on the eye<br />
find the right pan and<br />
dump them in.<br />
<br />
heidi<br />
written: 04/18/20<br />
<br />
I have stuff on Fridays, so I have given myself permission to write Friday's poem on Saturday. We were to write about forgotten technology. I cheated a bit, because people still use stoves. I also have been writing really long titles for some of my poems this year. College me would make fun of titles that are longer than the poems themselves, but then again, college me was a bit of a jerk.</div>
Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02757679752138734026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534630994488293905.post-77074705840045541912020-04-16T16:00:00.002-05:002020-04-16T16:01:44.665-05:00Na/GloPoWriMo Day Sixteen: Darrell<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
your eyes<br />
were the clearest blue<br />
like the skies in Heaven.<br />
<br />
your smile<br />
had a direct line<br />
to my heart.<br />
<br />
your kiss<br />
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kindled a raging fire </div>
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in me.</div>
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your love<br />
elevated me<br />
to the highest heights.<br />
<br />
your death<br />
crushed me.<br />
<br />
heidi<br />
written: 04/16/20<br />
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Today we were supposed to go over the top with compliments. I don't think I quite made it, but I went where the poem lead me. </div>
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