SoCS: What’s New Pussycat?

For this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday, blogger Linda Hill gave us our marching orders: “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “song.” First, find a picture–the closest one to you. Your prompt is the title and/or the lyrics of the first song that comes to mind when you look at the picture. Have fun!” I’m still working at home, in my bedroom, with a fairly small work space. However, I manage to find space for my coffeeRead more

SoCS: Tossing it Out

I‘m going to toss this out there on a bold dare Launch a message at will while the neighbors fire up the grill I’m a stone’s throw away from saying what I need to say The line shall be cast far out and you’ll know what this is about The pitch is soon to be known without use of a cell phone Catapluted in your direction with a blogger’s affection Propelled as a response to a prompt’s nonchalance Heaved intoRead more

SoCS: The Preposition Behind a Cliff

Upon a Friday sunny I shall write concerning this stream that follows through with a prompt on behalf of Dear Linda. It’s about 6:00 pm and I am brain dead. The cats are sleeping on the bed, the laundry is spinning around, and from within my stomach growls. I need food, not prepositions. I want quiet, not wordy words. From beneath the patio, I hear the neighbors drive in. Then they drive out. I wish they would stay home, haulRead more

SoCS: Musings from the Where Pod

“Where did she go Ziva?” “Why do you always ask me that?” “Because I think you know.” “I know nothing, Gibbs. Absolutely nothing.” “Are you sure? Positive?” “Yes, I’m positive. The one thing I do know is that she always comes home to feed and pet us.” “That’s true, but I can never tell when. Why doesn’t she come home at the same time every day?” “Because she wants to drive you crazy.” “Funny.” “It’s a short trip.” “Not funny.”Read more

SoCS: Going Somewhere

Abruptly, as I begin this verse, and slowly, as it frames the page, It sits beautifully. The expression of words curve delicately into a prompt. Prompts are delightfully fun and quirky and thought-provoking. Yet, truthfully, a prompt can instill the cold, clammy sweat of writer’s block. I calmly think of what to say, what to do next. Oh my. This should be wickedly fun, not wearily woesome. I absolutely must act briskly and quickly to spin a yarn For I shall be somewhereRead more

SoCS – Against the Rules

“In other words…” Rolling around my head But I am brain dead “What to write?” The white matter cried Sorry, they’re fried “I have no clue.” Perhaps I can cheat? From the prompt of last week “In other words…” I have none of those Emptiness exposed “I hate the block!” It cramps my style Thoughts in a messy pile “Where’s Cheryl’s bar?” I might need a beer and weekend cheer “In other words…” La-la-la-la-la-la-la Nothing…gah! “Much like pullling teeth…” There’sRead more

SOCs: Waiting on a Prompt

It’s Friday, 4:57 pm. I’m waiting on a prompt, waiting on a word that I’ll insert [HERE] Wondering if I can rhyme it with something or nothing or a noun that sounds like [INSERT HERE]. Perhaps there is a story within [INSERT HERE]. It’s hard to write a story without [INSERT HERE]. Linda? Hello? It’s Friday, 5:02 pm. Still waiting on a prompt. Linda is probably busy writing her post with a prompt and the new SOCs badge, created byRead more