Thursday, August 15, 2013

The Telephone

Greetings to you all! I’m so excited to be hosting the Writer's Post Blog Hop #90 for this week’s challenge.

This week I’ve picked a topic that we’re all familiar with and no doubt have many thoughts and memories attached to it.

The Telephone

We all are acquainted with this modern device that connects us to the rest of the world. We love it and we hate it at the same time. It keeps us safe and connected, but at the same time it aggravates us, intruding on our life at the most inopportune moments. We can be reached at any time which is both a blessing and curse.

I’ve never been much of a phone person since I much prefer writing to speaking. E-mail and Facebook are my preferred means of communication.

When I was a kid, I hated using the phone and I still don’t care for it. Back then we had those clunky rotary phones with the big number dials on them and long, wiggly cords attached to the wall. No portable phones back then. It was always fun to see how far the cord could stretch. *SNAAAAPPP!*

To make a long distance call, you had to ask the operator to place the call for you. I remember when I was 13, making my first long distance call and thinking it was such a big deal. Not any more. Now we can be instantly connected to anyone in any part of the world in the blink of an eye.

I’ve always felt awkward on the phone and will always email first. I realize that some situations call for the telephone for its immediacy as you are sure of getting the person’s attention. E-mails are much too easy to ignore and forget about. Also you can gauge a person’s mood by the sound of their voice. In an email, it’s often hard to tell the person’s intent or mood at the time. That’s what those annoying smiley faces are for, right?

I don’t own a smart phone and use one of those archaic “pay-as-you-go” flip phones when I’m out and about. I know, I’m weird! I see people peering down at their little phones, texting and surfing madly as if their lives depended on it. These smart phones are so clever with all the amazing things they can do. The minute they invent one that will do housework, I’m getting one.

I often wonder if I’m missing out not having a smart phone. Then again, I’m addicted enough to my laptop and the Internet, so I don’t need a phone addiction, too.

I might as well embrace phones as they’re here to stay. They do make our lives better, keeping us connected and safe. And those smart phones look like fun, too. I may actually get one some day.

For this week’s blog hop, feel free to write a story or article about the telephone.

Make sure to add your link to the linky post below. Happy Writing! I look forward to reading all the creative posts from all you talented writers out there.

Wednesday, August 14, 2013


Writer's Post Blog Hop #89

The topic this week is History, I decided to write a poem from a young person's point of view.

History class is so long and boring
Why can’t history be fun?
My teacher’s voice has got me snoring
Something has got to be done,

I grab my dull textbook and throw it on the floor
I run out of the class with a slam of the door.

How did people live and how did they feel?
That’s what history’s about,
Were they good people or did they steal?
Did they go without?

For history’s only a story based on truth
I have nothing more to say!
For I am but an ignorant youth
And now I’m heading out to play!

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Dear Facebook

The prompt at WriteTribe this week is to write a letter to a friend.

Write Tribe

 Dear Facebook,

Thanks for always being there for me even when I’ve had a bad day or the big grey menopausal cloud of doom has been hovering over me. You’re always there for me 24/7. You don’t judge or criticize me and are a good listener.

I appreciate how I can come to you at anytime and express how I’m feeling, be creative, share a few jokes and connect with others. You have introduced me to some wonderful friends (even furry ones) and for that I am very grateful. I’ve even met some of these Facebook friends in person which I think is the best thing ever.

My one complaint would be that you do like to take up all my time when I should be doing other more productive tasks. You like to distract me when I should be focused on other things but just like a good piece of chocolate, you tempt me. It’s easy to be with you and I don’t have to think too much. We’re comfortable together, right?

I don’t like to be critical, but I do wish you’d stop changing your appearance so much as I like you the way you are. When you keep changing, I find it hard to figure you out. Maybe you have identity issues. I get it. Things change and you're trying to keep up. I get that, too.

I do find that sometimes you pretend and aren’t always what you appear to be. You can deceive me on occasion which isn’t very nice. I dislike fakes and don’t like it when you act that way. Why can’t you be honest and up front? When you act that way, I start to question your motives and intentions.

And I don’t really like that side of you that pursues financial gain. Money isn’t everything, you know.

Anyhow, I am grateful that you are always there for me any time of day like a true good friend should be and I do appreciate it.

Hope we’ll be friends for many years to come. Tell your friend Mark that I say hello.

Love Cat

Thursday, August 8, 2013

First Frost

This story is for the Writer's Post Blog Hop using the Number 3 prompt for the first paragraph.

I always love a good prompt to get me fired up and writing. Nothing like it!

I was cold this morning. The first frost had come and I could feel it. Outside glittered with sunshine on the grass, my breath making clouds in the air. The smell of burning leaves and wood gave warmth to the chill while colours painted trees. “October,” I thought.  “You are the new love of my life.”

My boyfriend, Dave had come and gone just like the sweet, short summer. Before the leaves had even begun to change colour, my chameleon lover changed his colours and left me. Our love affair had been the stuff of romantic movies, just a grand illusion without any substance. Before the closing credits had even flashed onto the screen, he went off to seek new adventures without me.

After our breakup, I retreated to my parents’ cottage on the island and embraced nature in all her glory. 

I sat on my favourite rock and wrote my daily journal entry while admiring the brilliant foliage in the golden autumn sunshine.

“Dear Diary,
Dave was a complete jerk and I’m better off without him. Face it. All men are selfish jerks. Who needs them anyhow?  I like being alone without someone complicating my life and I certainly don’t need a man to justify my existence.

 Independent woman, Kate, strong and proud, that’s me.”

“The leaves are beautiful, aren’t they?” a voice said behind me.

I looked back to see a man taking photos. It was my neighbour who lived in the cabin on the other side of the island. I couldn’t help noticing he was a very attractive man. Probably arrogant and self centred, no doubt. Weren’t they all?

“They are,” I agreed, and hurried to get away from him.

I walked up the hillside and gazed down at the carpet of blazing red, orange, and gold trees overlooking the lake. I took loads of photos, hoping to capture the fleeting beauty of nature’s finery. All the while a feeling of sadness tugged at me knowing that this magnificent display was only temporary. Soon the cold darkness of winter would arrive, bringing isolation and loneliness with it. I would have to return to the city and face reality sooner or later.

“Miss, wait!” the man called out and ran up to me. “You dropped this.” He handed me my journal and my face reddened.

“Thanks,” I said, snatching it away like a mad woman. I hoped he hadn’t read any of it.

“We’re not all selfish jerks, you know,” he said.

“You read it?” I cried, my eyes blazing with anger.

“It was open to that page. Sorry,” he apologized.

“It’s my diary. It’s private,” I said, my bottom lip trembling as it always did when I was upset.

“I gathered that. I didn’t read anything else, honest, Kate,” he said, his blue eyes warm and thoughtful.

You know my name,” I said, taken aback.

“It was written in your entry, Sorry again,” he apologized. “If it’s any consolation, my girlfriend Marie just called it quits and moved back to the city. I know how you feel.”

“No, you don’t,” I said, anger welling up inside me. “I want to be alone if you don’t mind.”

“Okay, no problem. I get it,” he said with a shrug.

 A cold emptiness filled me as I watched him go.

What the hell was wrong with me? He was just being friendly and I was being awful. No one was saying I had to marry the guy.

I ran to catch up with him.

“I’m sorry. Can we start again? I’m Kate. Pleased to meet you, neighbour.” I put out my hand and met his gaze.

“I’m Jon,” he said. “Nice to meet you, too. Your parents told me you were staying at the cottage.”

His fingers were warm as they embraced mine but it was his blue eyes that looked at me with such warmth and compassion. I sensed a kindred spirit who understood me.

Maybe the coming winter wouldn’t be so cold and lonely after all.

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

I need to go to Finishing School!

Do not plan for ventures before finishing what’s at hand.

More and more, I’m feeling scattered, going off in fifty different directions with my attention span grower shorter each day with every new distraction.

Just like my computer desktop with so many tabs open, my mind also has too many tabs open.

Sometimes I find it a curse to be interested in so many different things as I find it hard to focus on one thing at a time and even worse, I find it hard to finish things. No wonder the house looks like a bomb went off with so many unfinished projects lying around, waiting for me to rescue them.

I have made the commitment to myself to do something creative every day. Now I am making a commitment to finishing something every day, even if it’s just a small project.

A “to do” list with priorities does seem to help as I can finish something and feel a sense of accomplishment as I do it.

The time has come to slow down and focus on one project at a time. Really focus on it instead of flitting back and forth looking at email or Facebook, or thinking about the housework to be done, or another project that I want to start.

My daily affirmation will be: Do one thing at a time with your undivided attention and finish it.

Look, I finished this blog post. That feels great!

What about you? Do you have trouble focusing and finishing things?