Dr. Tanya, over at Salted Caramel, has this prompt called “5 Things,” where she asks us to list five things about a particular topic. For this week’s topic, she’s asking about five types of posts we love to write. So, in no particular order…
Flash fiction — I enjoy writing flash fiction posts, many of which are stories I create in response to word or photo prompts from other bloggers.
Prompt posts — I enjoy writing and hosting prompt posts that other bloggers can use for inspiration.
Non-fiction posts — Most such posts these days are about the lunacy of American politics or other current events with commentary, personal perspectives, and opinions about what is going on in the world around us.
Q&A posts — There are a number of bloggers who regularly pose questions for us to answer. Sometimes the questions are serious ones, sometimes they are a mixture of serious and funny ones, and sometimes they are all fun and games. I enjoy trying to display common sense, wisdom, and wit in my responses to such Q&A prompts.
This, that, and the other posts — This is a catch-all since there are no other specific types of posts I “love” to write. I will occasionally try to write poetry, but I’m really bad at it. And I enjoy Jim Adams’ Song Lyric Sunday prompt, but that’s about it when it comes to writing posts that focus on music.
He appeared to be larger than life when he walked out onto the stage. Of course, it was all due to the theatrical effects, with the fog machine, the backlighting, and the eerie music. Well, he may have fooled some of those lemmings in the audience, but he didn’t fool me.
Linda G. Hill is giving us the word “sharp” for this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. She’s telling us to “use it in any or all of its definitions.”
The first thing I thought about was sharp objects, like knives or saws or scissors or arrows. And then I thought about the damage sharp objects could do. I remember my mother scolding me for running with scissors, telling me how sharp they are and how I could poke an eye out. Gross.
And speaking about sharp objects, my 7th grade shop teacher warned us about how sharp the blades on the circular saw and band saw were and he even had a poster like the one at the top of this post mounted on the wall next to the band saw.
One thing I’ve never been considered to be is a sharp dresser. I’ve always preferred comfort over style and never really embraced trendy fashions.
I never learned to read music, but I know there’s a symbol to designate a sharp note that looks like a hashtag in italics, but I have no idea what it means.I’ve always prided myself on having a sharp mind. But now that I’m a septuagenarian, I realize that my mind’s not as sharp as it used to be. I worry that it’s going to become even less sharp as I grow older and that I may someday, like Donald Trump does now, have to deal with dementia or Alzheimer’s.
And on that happy note, folks, it’s getting to be my bedtime, so I’m going to finish up this post and schedule it to publish at 6 am sharp my time.
Do you need a muse to get your creative juices flowing during these hot, sultry days of August? Try a dose of Fandango’s Dog Days of August prompt.
At 6:00 am Pacific time each day this month, I will be posting a new theme. Today’s theme is “music.” You can talk about the kind of music you like to listen to or music you like to play. What genre of music do you prefer? Do you play an instrument? If so, which instrument? Share a story, a poem, a photo, a drawing, some music, or whatever you wish to share about music.
If you wish to participate, please write your post, use the tag #FDDA, and create a pingback to this post or manually add your link in the comments.
And, of course, take some time to read the other responses to this prompt. See how other bloggers are coping with the dog days of August.
He played his fiddle for the passengers on the ferry boat that carried them from one island to the other.
It didn’t pay very much, since he worked exclusivity for tips, but he was retired and didn’t do it for the money.
He did it because he loved to play the fiddle, he was outside in the fresh air every day, and he loved seeing how much joy his music brought to the faces of those he played for, especially the youngsters.
Written for this week’s Three Line Tales from Sonya. Photo credit: Calum MacAuley.