Fandango’s Provocative Question #40

FPQWelcome once again to Fandango’s Provocative Question. Each week I will pose what I think is a provocative question for your consideration. By provocative, I don’t mean a question that will cause annoyance or anger. Nor do I mean a question intended to arouse sexual desire or interest.

What I do mean is a question that is likely to get you to think, to be creative, and to provoke a response. Hopefully a positive response.

This week’s provocative question is about control and how much control each of us has in our lives. I’d like to think I’m calling the shots in my own life, but I know that the reality is that there are all kinds of external factors and events that have influenced the trajectory my life has taken.

So I ask you this:

How much control do you believe you have over your own life?

If you choose to participate, write a post with your response to the question. Once you are done, tag your post with #FPQ and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

The issue with pingbacks not showing up seems to have been resolved, but you might check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

#FOWC — Control Freak

8F422D1E-6B5A-41B3-BAFD-0C8C3D8158CC“It’s freezing in here,” Deirdre complained. “No way I’m taking off my clothes and hopping into bed with you. Don’t you have a heater for this room?”

“I’ll turn up the heat on the furnace,” Sammy said. “It will warm up the room in a few minutes. So why don’t you get in bed and make yourself comfortable, if you know what I mean.”

Deirdre smiled, did a little sensuous striptease, and slipped under the covers. Sammy left to turn the furnace up and when he came back into the room, he peeled off his close and joined Deirdre under the covers. He began caressing her body when he heard her scream. “Jesus Christ! You just scratched the hell outta my tit with that goddam fingernail of yours. You need to clip that thing.”

“You know I can’t do that, babe,” Sammy said. That’s my guitar plucking finger. I need to keep that fingernail long.”

“Can’t you use a pick instead of having that freakishly long nail?”

“No, I can’t,” Sammy responded. “You need to stop being such a snowflake.”

“And you need to stop being such a control freak,” Deirdre said as she got out of bed, got dressed, and left Sammy’s apartment.

Written for Teresa’s Three Things Challenge, where the words are “snowflake,” “heater,” and “fingernail.” Also written for my very own One-Word Challenge where the word is “control.”

FOWC with Fandango — Control

FOWCWelcome to June 12, 2018 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

Today’s word is “control.” Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.

To Control or To Be Controlled


This is not my first blog. In fact, when I decided to launch this blog four months ago, it was the fifth blog I launched.

I started my first blog in 2005 on Blogger. It lasted for maybe 18 months and ended when, between work and family, I just got too busy to post consistently. Not that anyone would have noticed. My blog had no followers.

In early 2008 I started my second blog, which lasted for less than a year. That time around, I was using the blog hosting site, TypePad. I ended this second iteration because I lost my motivation. This second iteration had only a few followers.

About a year later, I started my third blog. It, too, was on TypePad, but because I wasn’t getting much traction on TypePad, even after four years, I moved my blog to WordPress. Within a year on WordPress, though, my blog soared. I had accumulated close to 3,000 followers and was averaging around 500-600 views a day.

While every blogger wants a following, that relatively large following turned out to be a curse. I became obsessed with creating an even larger following. I felt compelled to post multiple times a day and to respond to each and every comment anyone made on my posts. I “liked” and commented on the posts of my regular readers.

And so blogging consumed me. I sacrificed time with my family. I spent more time blogging than doing my job, which hurt my job performance and reputation. I hardly ever ventured outside because I didn’t want to be away from my computer for long periods of time.

I even resented having to go to sleep because it meant I couldn’t be composing a new post, responding to comments, or reading those posted by others on their blogs.

I was addicted. Not to drugs or alcohol or tobacco. I was a blog addict. And I needed to change my behavior before I completely lost myself and my real world identity into my blogging persona. With the help of, and encouragement from, my wife, I stopped blogging cold turkey in early 2015.

In early 2016 I started another blog on WordPress. I wrote my observations on the presidential race. But I kept that blog private because I was primarily writing for my eyes only. That fourth blogging go-round never saw the light of day.

This past May I decided, once again, to dip my toe back into the world of blogging. I told myself that this time I would not become obsessed or addicted. I would post periodically and I would not feel compelled to focus on getting a bunch of followers. I would post only for the purpose of writing down what I observe, think, feel, and experience.

I named my new blog “Fivedotoh” in recognition of this being my fifth blog.

And now I am, once again, consumed by blogging. I just need to make sure that this time around I can control it and that it doesn’t, as it did once before, end up controlling me.