Unstoppable

I have spent the afternoon exploring the WordPress DailyPost sites and reading blog posts from days gone by. I have also been searching the internet for free online creative writing courses. There are not many free courses available. I discovered a site that looks promising. The cost is minimal and it’s a learn as you go e-mail course.

I have discovered that reading posts from other bloggers is a very good way to learn. There are a lot of very talented writers on WordPress. Many writers have very interesting stories to tell, some of which I want to continue reading as more is written.

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As I read todays prompt “unstoppable” I thought about a train moving rapidly down the tracks. The momentum and speed of the train make it unstoppable without previous planning. The engineer needs several minutes to slow the train and prepare for a scheduled stop. Unfortunately, bad habits are like fast moving trains, very hard to stop. Over the years I have developed many bad habits that need to be stopped. Procrastination being the foremost on the list. Inactivity being another. I procrastinate every day when it comes to writing my blog. It’s much easier to watch TV, or better yet take a nap.

To help me to stop procrastinating I have developed a daily routine. When I wake up I thank God for the new day and allowing me to be part of it. I then make an entry in my journal. Writing on my blog has helped me with my journal writing. After my journal I read some news on the internet, usually not much because the news is extremely depressing to me. Then I read my email and look for the likes or comments on my blog posts. There are several more activities, but at some point I read the blog posts of the writers I’m following.

I then get around to writing my post for the day. Some of my posts are quite good others not so much. When I take the time to read what others write, and then think about what they are saying and how they are saying it, then I’m learning. I think that’s what blogging is all about, sharing experiences and feelings, learning from others. I can experience the adventures and lessons other people write about, and even dream about writing my own, whether real or imagined.

Crisis

Early one morning in November 1998 I found myself in a crisis situation. I woke up around 4:00 AM not able to breath. Not knowing what was wrong or what I should do I rested until it was time for work. Feeling a little better I started my workday but soon realized working was not the thing for me to be doing. After much hesitation and rationalization, I asked a co-worker to take me to the ER. I was diagnosed as having a heart attack and was admitted to the hospital. I was administered medication to relieve the pain and given oxygen to help me breath. In 1998 the local hospital didn’t have the facilities for heart surgery so I was flown to Salt Lake City. The surgery was successful and my recovery was quick. I’m grateful for the medical arts and the ability of doctors to perform delicate repairs on my body.

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Day Four: Identify Your Audience

A small explanation is needed for this post. I am trying to combine two WordPress programs into my daily post writing. The first is the “The Daily Post” the second is “Learning the Fundamentals”. This post is my first attempt.Today’s Learning the Fundamentals assignment is to write a post to identify my audience. Since I’m not sure who I want my audience to be I am going to start with politics and the November election (for now). Because my WordPress site is self-hosted my posts don’t show up on the WordPress reader, but if I include the Daily Post prompts in my posts I may acquire some readers and comments.


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What is foremost on my mind today is the upcoming election. I am thoroughly disgusted with the direction this country (United States of America) is going. I know I don’t want to have to listen to Hillary’s screechy voice for the next four to eight years, I can’t stand the woman. I find her very offensive. Hillary and her protégé Barack Obama don’t know what the word truth means. Nothing but lies and deception come from their lips. I don’t want to see Hillary win the election just because she would be the first female president.

At the same time, I’m not fond of Donald Trump. I don’t trust him either. I like the fact that he isn’t a career politician but I believe strongly that he is a member of the Illuminati, the creators of the New World Order. I don’t trust those in society that are in a position of power because of their wealth. Are there no longer members of society that are not influenced by power or wealth that are qualified to hold the office of President of the United States? Are there not members of society that desire honesty and integrity in our elected officials? Is honesty such an elusive quality in our time that society is fooled by the grand illusion that is produced by members of our government? I for one am looking for truth and honesty from our elected officials. What about you?

 

 

 

Clock

I’m a little behind on my daily post writing. There is a disadvantage to writing after the fact; I don’ get as many readers.

clock1-300x300The clock is the first thing I look at when I wake up in the middle of the night. It usually says 4:00 AM or very close to that time. I get up for a few minutes to take care of business and to feed the cat so she won’t wake me before I want to get up in the morning. I like to sleep late sometimes as late as 10:00 AM.

I remember a time when the clock was not my friend. It was after my heart surgery. Time moved very slowly then. Another period of time when the hands of the clock moved very slowly was in my younger years during high school, especially during history class. Now I am much older, the hands of the clock move quickly, sometimes more quickly than I would like.

In reality the speed of the hands of the clock moving around the dial is no different now than it was then. I is my perception of time that has changed. What is the saying? “time flies when you’re having fun”.

Slowly

Poetry. When I was in grade school I remember being taught about poetry. I was even required to write a poem. I don’t remember what poem I wrote and I don’t remember what it may have been about. As I read some of the posts in Daily Post Prompts I find many of the responses are poetry. Some I like some I don’t. I also noticed the length of some of the poems. I decided to do an internet search about how to write a poem and discovered there are too many rules and that poetry writing could get quite difficult. One of the poetry styles I read about is called “Cinquain” according to wikHow. I have written in previous post that I’m not very creative but I decided to try my hand at writing a poem. I am writing about my garden because it has slowly been providing me with produce, tomatoes, for a month or more.

Garden
earthy fruitful
planting, growing, filling
providing nourishment and health
food

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I realize this is a very lame poem, but I did try to follow the poetry rules.

 

 

Carefree

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Carefree

I saw a post that said something to the effect of “Just Write”. Sometimes when I just write I don’t make much sense. I have a tendency to ramble and I end up embarrassing myself. I’ve been trying to come up with a post about being carefree. Maybe I’m looking at it from the wrong direction. I don’t think it’s possible to be carefree. There is always something to worry about or a need that has to be fulfilled. In my dark days I used drugs thinking they would help relieve the pressures of life, but I was wrong, they only increased the pressures. I was always searching for my next high and not being satisfied when I found it.
Carefree in my opinion is being in a state of mind or situation that frees me from the pressures of the world. That state of mind is something that needs to be worked at every day. I don’t think I reach a carefree state of mind very often, there is always something to worry about. As I grow older things that used to cause me to worry are no longer important. I have reached a point where I have less responsibility therefore less worry. I have found some contentment in my life and I wonder if contentment is similar to being carefree.

Feast

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Nevada Desert

I don’t think I have ever attended a feast. I have attended some elegant dinners but not a feast. I take that back, Thanksgiving can be considered a feast in that it celebrates an annual holiday. Perhaps my recent excursion to Zions National Park was a visual feast for my eyes. There is a great depth to the beauty and grandeur of nature. Even the emptiness of the desert of Nevada can be feasted on by entomologists and perhaps even geologists.

My mind is certainly not feasting on creative ideas and thoughts tonight, for this I apologize.

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I don’t think I have ever attended a feast. I have attended some elegant dinners but not a feast. I take that back, Thanksgiving can be considered a feast in that it celebrates an annual holiday. Perhaps my recent excursion to Zions National Park was a visual feast for my eyes. There is a great depth to the beauty and grandeur of nature. Even the emptiness of the desert of Nevada can be feasted on by entomologists and perhaps even geologists.

My mind is certainly not feasting on creative ideas and thoughts tonight, for this I apologize.

Storm

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If you’re like me when you think of the word storm you think of something to do with the weather like a thunder-storm. There are several definitions for the word storm. One of my favorite uses of the word storm would be “I was so angry I stormed out of the room to cool off.”.

In a previous post titled “clouds” I described what kind of clouds I liked; “The clouds I like the best are the big black ones that bring rain.” So it is with storm. The kind of storm I like best is the kind that brings big black clouds with lots of thunder and lightning and of course heavy rain. In the area where I live rain is always a welcome distraction. Anything that will bring the temperature down a few degrees is blessing.

There have been other storms in my life. When I was a teenager, living at home, the storms were frequent and sometimes very demoralizing. There was always much anger and fear in the house, it was a place I didn’t want to be. I learned several lessons about life and people in that house. Life is not fair and people are usually looking out for themselves not considering the damage they may be causing others.

The Daily Post Prompt – Storm