My six words turned into my six sentences or six lines of six words and I thought - I'll save them to post during November while I'm busy writing other stuff!
Only my blog has been a bit neglected and I've only just remembered they were here ready and waiting all along...
Writing pieces together my broken heart
Still broken? Not quite mended but...
Not so fragile, two years gone
Two years? Distant memories tenderly recalled
My heart still chipped, forever flawed
But still living, breathing, writing, mending
Anyone else fancy playing? Just six words will do, tell me about your day, your state of mind. A funny story would be good.
I've had a bit of fun with this one and have probably been watching too much Dr Who which has certainly influenced this time travelling tale.
The word prompt was "Time's miscreant".
I looked up miscreant - I like to check the BIG words. Scoundrel and troublemaker were two words that appeared in the Thesaurus list.
But what if he truely thought he was helping...?
He
stood before the council somewhat vexed by their rebuke.
“I
wanted to help them, they are such small unintelligent creatures, unbelievably
stupid. How can they survive without us?”
“The
human race are on their own. It is not your place to interfere. You know the
rules; three strikes and you are out. We have no other option but to terminate
you.”
“Oh
I don’t think so.”
They
may have wrenched the time band from his wrist but he had fashioned another
time jumping device from the battered TV set. It just required fine tuning.
The
Celts were first bemused by his appearance, but they looked great in blue.
He
sorted out his skin tone when he reached the Tudors only to be denounced for witchcraft.
All
his intergalatic jokes and Queen Victoria remained steadfastly unamused.
This
was his final chance to find a time when he would be accepted.
OK time for me to get back to NaNoWriMo now and stop procrastinating - oh if only time travel were really possible!
We have a
big garden with lots of trees which subsequently means lots of fallen leaves at
this time of year.
Forever
Autumn by Justin Hayward has always been one of my favourite hauntingly
beautiful songs and these days it seems more poignant than ever.
This War of
the Worlds classic has been given a makeover along with the rest of the score
updated for a new generation with Gary Barlow taking a lead singing role of the
narrator while Liam Neeson takes on the speaking narration originally immortalised
by Richard Burton. Snippets I’ve heard of the new album on the radio are superb.
Whether it
is because the Gary Barlow version of the song is being played a lot on radio
two or just because the song is embedded in my subconscious from years ago I
don’t know but it is my ear worm song of the moment.
The
summer sun is fading
As the year grows old
And darker days are drawing near
The winter winds will be much colder
Now you're not here
I watch the birds fly South
Across the autumn sky
And one by one they disappear
I wish that I was flying with them
Now you're not here
Like the sun through the trees
You came to love me
Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away
Through autumns golden gown
We used to kick our way
You always loved this time of year
Those fallen leaves lay undisturbed now
'Cause you're not here
A gentle rain pours softly on my weary eyes
As if to hide a lonely tear
My life will be forever autumn
'Cause you're not here
At this time of year Andrew would get out the
tractor complete with leaf sweeping attachment and process up and down the
lawn, clearing the autumnal debris.
Last year
oldest son and I devised our own method which worked but wasn’t the most
effective. The sweeper wouldn’t turn fluidly, many years of neglected
maintenance by Andrew the most likely cause and I never got round to giving it
the proper dose of TLC getting it properly fixed.
While I was
away I challenged oldest son who was staying with his uncle for the week to
have a look at sweeping up one dry day.
One look at the
sweeper and they realised it wasn’t up to the job so it is now languishing in
my brother-in-laws garage awaiting repair. It needs a bearing that oldest son
was supposed to be researching on the internet!
As if it’s
ever going to happen?
Once more I
needed another solution, a new tailor made way of doing things that suits me
and my capabilities.
My gardener
came up trumps with the suggestions of a large push along sweeper.
Far better
for the environment, the fuel need to power it is me and I function well on tea
and biscuits, much cheaper than diesel.
It also has
the added advantage of being lighter. This year we have had a heck of a lot of
rain, the ground is more sodden than ever before. A heavy piece of machinery
would quickly churn up my lawn and ruin it. It may not a lawn of Wimbledon
standard or Wembley quality of turf but that’s no reason to treat it poorly.
I can
lightly skip across pushing the sweeper, collecting the dead leaves, leaving
behind only dainty footprints and lush green grass.
So I’m once
more being a bit fanciful with my fairytale language but as I sweep I sing...
Those
fallen leaves lay undisturbed now
'Cause you're not here.
...and
despite the melancholy lyrics the task suddenly doesn’t seem so arduous.
Thanks to Angela Goff once more for some stunning visual prompts.
I'm working on some description today which for me always seems the hardest part, I much prefer writing dialogue and action. Description takes time and I confess when reading a novel if the description doesn't grab me I skip it.
Here is the photo I used for today's inspiration
Without doubt the tallest surviving structure and thereby most
striking feature in this area was the clock tower. It appeared to have been
sliced in two from top to bottom by the devastating earthquakes.
A half-moon sentinel casting a long shadow over the square
like a pointing finger.
There were no remains of scattered debris; it had been
cleared long ago and used to construct the makeshift learning zones of the
Information Age.
Rowan scanned the scene from behind the camera lens, glad of
its disguise. It gave him the perfect opportunity to take in the bleak yet
beautiful surroundings.
