More Sunshine

81BA013E-3FD1-4C3A-A3C0-579F12DC16E8My blogger buddy, Rory, over at A Guy Called Bloke, was kind enough to gift me with the Sunshine Blogger Award. According to Rory, “the Sunshine Blogger Award is an award for bloggers who are creative, positive, and inspiring — people who spread “sunshine” to the blogging world!” So I’m very honored that Rory thought of my blog and me to give the gift of this award.

And now to answer Rory’s five questions.

When looking to create a question and you are faced with a blank canvas – where is your go to for inspiration?

I’ve been posting my Fandango’s Provocative Questions for about a year, and it’s becoming a challenge to come up with new and interesting provocative questions each week. I search the internet for provocative stories, I listen when I hear others talking about philosophical matters, and try to leverage what I see, hear, and read in order to come up with questions that will be compelling enough to prompt other bloggers to respond. It ain’t so easy anymore. But I’ll keep trying until I run out of questions I find provocative enough to ask.

Why do you think politicians feel compelled to lie as blatantly as they do?

Because they know that people want to hear what makes them feel better and voters don’t really want to hear the truth. And politicians pay a surprisingly small price for dishonesty. Look at how frequently Donald Trump has lied and yet more than 40% of voters and almost 90% of Republicans still support him. They clearly don’t care about being lied to.

What is Time?

It’s a magazine.905CCEE0-D2D0-4BBB-BF90-DABA87E84F59

Do you dream? If so, are they in color, black and white, or sepia or indeed a mixture, and what do you think determines the dreams a person experiences if anything?

Yes, I do dream every night. But to be honest, while I think they’re in color, they might not be. I can barely remember what my dreams are about shortly after waking up, much less what color they are. As to what determines what a person dreams about, I have no clue. Most of my dreams make no sense to me whatsoever.

Is success, as Thomas Edison claimed, 10% inspiration and 90% perspiration, or the other way around?

What exactly is success? Well, I look at success as achieving desired visions and personal goals. In my opinion, success does require vision, which some might describe as inspiration, but turning inspiration into achievement requires a lot of hard work. Whether it’s 90% of one or the other or 50/50, I have no idea. If I ever actually achieve my desired visions and planned goals, I’ll let you know. Besides, is how you get there is as important as arriving at your destination?

So, how about you? Do you want to answer Rory’s questions? I pass on his gift to you all!


Credit for image at top of post: jessicanelson1.

The Accident

4FCB9131-5320-4E73-927E-99E210F6839EHis daughter sat by his side, holding his hand as he was lying still in his bed. “Daddy,” she said, “are you having any dreams or is everything just black inside your head? Can you hear me? Can you sense my presence at all? Do you know how much I love you?”

Tears ran down her cheeks as she remembered what a vigorous man he used to be before the accident. But now he was just lying there in a coma, his shallow breathing barely visible, his body so docile.

She pulled down the sheets to expose his upper torso and used a damp, warm washcloth on his chest and arms to clean him. Then she took some talcum powder and sprinkled it on his body.

She looked at her father, bent down to kiss him on his forehead, and thought she caught some movement on his eyelids. Suddenly his lids started to flutter and he slowly opened his eyes. He looked up at his daughter with a questioning expression on his face. She rang the call button and the nurse came in and, seeing him conscious and breathing on his own, removed the respiratory apparatus from his mouth.

He looked up at his daughter and said in a weak and raspy voice, “Hi sweetheart. I was just dreaming about you.”


Written for the Wacky Weekend Challenge (black), Ragtag Daily Prompt (vigorous), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (coma), Word of the Day Challenge (docile), Your Daily World Prompt (sprinkle), and Scotts Daily Prompt (powder). Also for the Daily Writing Challenge, where the three things are daughter, dreams, and love.

To Prompt or Not To Prompt

89D7CF32-2469-41AB-A53A-BE1D5F14D087I saw this comment below on another blogger’s post yesterday:

“I have no real interest in posts that are a result of prompts by others. The pleasure (to me) of this community is to read about the bloggers — their lives, challenges, wants, dreams, and myriad of things that go into their typical day.”

Do you agree with that commenter? Do those of you who are reading this have little interest in posts that are written for prompts from other bloggers? Would you prefer posts that are more about life, challenges, dreams, wants, and daily activities?

I haven’t made any definitive counts, but I’m guessing that the vast majority of my posts over the past year have been written in response to prompts. Photo prompts, word prompt, and other writing challenges. And aside from my political rants about Donald Trump and the Republicans, not very many of my posts have been about my personal “life, challenges, wants, dreams, and myriad of things that go into my typical day.”

I enjoy writing flash fiction, particularly in response to photos/images. It gives me a chance to let my creative juices flow as I interpret the images that serve as the prompts and craft short stories around them.

Likewise, word prompts, and other writing challenges also allow my imagination to run wild and to write tales leveraging the words that are offered up for inspiration.

It was nice when WordPress had its daily word prompt and its weekly photo challenge. One word prompt a day and one photo challenge a week, plus a few other bloggers’ prompts, was perfect. But since WordPress stopped its prompts at the end of May, a whole bunch of bloggers — myself included — have stepped up with their own word prompts and photo challenges. And I have been doing my best to post in response to many of them.

Which then begs the question: have I gone overboard with respect to prompts? Should I instead be writing more personal posts dealing with my real world life and daily activities?

Well, I’ve made a decision and I want to thank you all for listening and for helping me think through this conundrum. After giving this a fair amount of consideration, I have decided to continue writing flash fiction in response to prompts. And I’m going to continue ranting about Donald Trump and all the shit he’s doing and saying. In other words, I’m not going to change the way I blog.

If you have anything you’d like to say on the matter, please leave your thoughts in the comments section.

Song Lyric Sunday — Dream Weaver

Helen Vahdati’s Song Lyric Sunday prompt this week is “dream.”

I listen to a lot of classic rock and just the other day I heard Gary Wright’s “Dream Weaver.” So it just seemed to fit perfectly for this prompt.

“Dream Weaver” was released as the first single from Wright’s third studio album, The Dream Weaver, in December 1975. The song reached number 2 on the U.S. Billboard chart.

Wright said the song was about a kind of fantasy experience, a Dream Weaver train taking you through the cosmos. But he also said that the line, “Dream Weaver, I believe you can get me through the night…,” was about someone with infinite compassion and love carrying us through the night of our trials and suffering. “None other than God Himself,” Wright said.

Personally, I always thought the song was about a guy who was on an acid trip and was just trying to make it through the night until the morning light.

Here are the song’s lyrics.

I have just closed my eyes again
Climbed aboard the Dream Weaver train
Driver take away my worries of today
And leave tomorrow behind

Dream Weaver, I believe you can get me through the night
Dream Weaver, I believe we can reach the morning light

Fly me high through the starry skies
Or maybe to an astral plane
Cross the highways of fantasy
Help me to forget today’s pain

Dream Weaver, I believe you can get me through the night
Dream Weaver, I believe we can reach the morning light

Though the dawn may be coming soon
There still may be some time
Fly me away to the bright side of the moon
And meet me on the other side

Dream Weaver, I believe you can get me through the night
Dream Weaver, I believe we can reach the morning light