Welcome to August 1, 2020 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 “precious.”
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. Please check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.
And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.
I’d venture a guess that many other bloggers responding to Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt this week, “precious,” will write about the character Gollum from Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings books. So I am not going to write a post about Gollum or the ring or Tolkien.
What I am going to write about, instead of Gollum and his precious ring, is something that is precious to me. And what might that be, you ask? Well, what is most precious to me is a good night’s sleep.
These days, it’s not easy for me to get a good night’s sleep. Why not? Well, three things. First, like most men my age, I have to get out of bed nearly every night, generally between two and five in the morning, to pee. It’s something I call “OMS” (Old Man’s Syndrome). I posted about it previously, and if you’re interested, you can read more about my OMS here.
The second impediment to me getting a good night’s sleep is my wife. She claims that I snore, which she says wakes her up several times a night. I have never either heard myself snoring or woken myself up due to my snoring. But she uses this alleged snoring of mine to poke me in the back or side or to smack the mattress multiple times each night to shut me up. I also posted about this matter previously in this post.
The final barrier to my getting a good night’s sleep is Donald Trump. I am so angry and frustrated and depressed that he is the President of the United States and about the damage he’s doing to our country and our society that I often wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat from what I call “Trumpmares,” or nightmares involving something Donald Trump has said or done. Don’t worry, I’m not going to provide links to previous posts I’ve written about Donald Trump. There would far too many such links.
In hindsight, I probably should have stuck with posting about Gollum and his “precious.”