Congregation of Flakes
by Linda Nelson
Blowing on the wind
Adrift falling in the sky
Floating endlessly to the ground
An upsweeping wind
Captures the drifting flake
Pulling it up higher
To fall once again
Through tree tops
Past bird nests empty for the winter
Bumping against dried brown leaves
With arches and points
One last gust of wind
Blows the floating, drifting flake
Against a boulder covered
In the fellow congregation of flakes
If we were having coffee right now… I would tell you how much I hate being sick. I thought I was doing the right thing by getting the flu shot like I’ve done for the past six or seven years. Once again, I got sick within a day or two after getting the shot. You can keep telling me all you want about how there is no way a person can get the flu from the shot. I’m beginning to believe otherwise. Not only did I get sick, but my mother got sick too. She received her flu shot the day after I got mine and we both became ill together. We got the runny nose, post nasal drip, the bad cough, and couldn’t stay awake when we weren’t coughing up a storm. My chest hurt for two days. I even missed 2 days of work. I hate missing work.
If we were having coffee right now… I would complain about it getting cold outside. I know it officially is fall, but couldn’t summer last just a bit longer? I really didn’t mind the hot weather we were having. At least we finally got some much-needed rain. My apple tree was glowing. I saw it hiccuping green leaves into the air. Maybe next year we’ll finally get a decent crop of apples.
If we were having coffee right now… I would tell you how much I don’t like politics. Yes, I vote, but I won’t discuss the political matters at hand. I won’t even get started on gun issues. I get it, but I won’t go there. I now turn off the news when there is a debate or a mass shooting. I can’t control either of these except I can choose to listen or not.
If we were having coffee right now… I would mention to you about my book, What Karla Wants, is free on Google Play. This book has been tweaked, edited, and recompiled to the point that there isn’t anything left to do to it to make it any better. I have to accept it as it is. I think I made a lot of changes to it in the past year. You may not even recognize it. The overall storyline is still the same, but like I said, it’s been tweaked. I like how it came out. I even like the new title. I had to rename it, I knew the readers were right about how the title wasn’t good enough. If you haven’t read the book, now is your chance.
If we were having coffee right now… I would tell you about how close I am to finishing up that Barbie Bed Doll I’ve been working on since June. I started crocheting it right after having my surgery. I needed something light to keep my hands busy while I was recuperating. The doll is made with #10 crochet cotton. That’s the fine thread that is sometimes used to make doilies, tablecloths, and runners, or lacing. It usually takes me about 2 or 3 months to complete a doll. When I’m done with this project, I will finish up an afghan I was working on before I had to operation. After that, I’ve got a quilt to work on during the winter months. I’ll be nice and warm under it.
If we were having coffee right now… I would tell you that I’m back on a sewing machine at work. Yes, I do have a day job like the average American. I don’t stay home and write all day. I’m not sure if I would want to leave my day job. I like my co-workers. Where else would I come up with ideas for plot lines? Those gals help me. They brainstorm, beta read, and cheer each story on after I publish it. I guess some writers would envy my work and writing relationship. One of the things I decided right off the bat when I started writing, I would make sure that I treated my day job the same way I treat my writing. Seriously, I care about what I do, and I let my co-workers know that too. I’m not the type of person who goes to work just for the paycheck. If you’re a writer and working a daytime job, take pride in that job. You will be surprised how much help it is to have a positive attitude at work. Believe me, the higher-ups notice. It’s an image you not only want to portray but keep.
If we were having coffee right now… I would tell you I went to the doctor’s the other day for a check up. She said my A1C is coming down, but not down enough. I’m to continue doing what I’ve already done, but I also have to focus on losing some more weight. Bah- I’m tired of doctors. I feel healthy and happy, why do I need to keep going back. We’ll see if I return in six months. At least she never needed to put me on any insulin medication.
If we were having coffee right now… I would have to tell you about the pup, Keelaa. She ran down the driveway today, and across the street. Little bugger! Now she’s grounded. We think she saw a black and white cat that looked like her deceased friend, Gracie. Every time she sees this black and white cat, she starts barking like mad, it’s as though she were trying to call the cat to come home. Poor pup doesn’t know that we had no choice but to put Gracie down. She was almost 20 years old and having serious health problems.
If we were having coffee right now… I would tell you about the book I’m reading. It’s the fourth book in the Game of Thrones. I won’t tell you any spoilers. But, what I will tell you, is that I love the way GRRM writes. I like how he builds his characters, settings, and plots. After this book, there is one more. He has a sixth book coming out. I just don’t know when its release date is. When I hear, I’ll let you all know.
If we were having coffee right now… I would tell you that I’m a Walking Dead fan. They say that the new spin-off, Fear the Walking Dead is slipping in ratings. I think this could be associated with the fact that there is active drug addiction being portrayed in this story hitting too close to home for many folks. It can even, unknowingly, trigger addicts to begin using. There should be a word of caution at the beginning of episodes, warning about the subject of drug addiction. Triggers are real, and there are too many people suffering addiction to ignore involuntary triggers on TV.
Oh, I got to go… I think we’ll meet again for another coffee session.
“Everybody has a secret world inside of them. I mean everybody. All of the people in the whole world, I mean everybody — no matter how dull and boring they are on the outside. Inside them they’ve all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds… Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands, maybe.”
― Neil Gaiman,
I have met so many people who can’t fathom how a person could spend so much time writing a book. Others believe it is a natural thing to do until they give it a try. Most likely, they forgot how hard it was to write that essay or short story back in elementary school. Back then, it was a feat to be able to write a 150-word short story for the Halloween contest.
Neil Gaiman is right. I do believe everyone does have at least one story to tell in their lifetime. It doesn’t matter whether it is a fictional story or a memoir. It’s still a story. Some of those real stories are the best ones to tell. Take for instance a drug addict. They each have a story not only to tell but needs to share. This is one of the ways they work toward their recovery. They build a bridge to the next person who needs help by sharing how they know what it’s like to be in such a predicament.
Their stories bring hope. That hope gives others another chance at life. Just the thought of knowing that they are not alone in such a big world that has been filled with craziness that they’ve experienced helps. Not only does these stories help the addicts, but they can also help bring hope and recovery to the families and friends of the addicts. They learn that their loved ones are still human, after all the ugliness they’ve gone through.
So don’t ever let someone tell you that you don’t have a story to tell. Your life is a story and no one can tell it as you can.
Help save a life, reach out and make that bridge by telling your life story. It has more meaning than you could imagine.
Every night I go to my little cubby hole, I call my office. There I will attempt to write, surf the internet looking for ideas, check emails, social media, and possible play a computer game of some sort. The dogs keep me company. The little dog, Keelaa, makes sure I take my breaks from writing. I think she has an egg timer hiding somewhere that only she knows about it. We have to stop to play a game of tug. Then there is the receiving of a chew toy of some type. She prefers rawhide chews.
[media-credit id=1 align=”aligncenter” width=”300″][/media-credit]In my office, I use a desktop. I do have a laptop, but I stopped using that so much ever since Keelaa came along a year ago. I used to use it in the living room, but I’m afraid the pup will use it for a launch or landing pad as she catapults herself across the couch. Now, I save the laptop for travel, especially when I go to a writing function and have to stay overnight.
[media-credit id=1 align=”aligncenter” width=”300″][/media-credit]Sometimes I’m productive. I’ve learned how to put the dogs to sleep. That happens when I put Celtic music on to help me get into the zone for writing fantasy. They don’t sleep so well when I put Today’s Top Hits on, for writing Young Adult Contemporary. I always have to have some sort of background noise when I write. It can’t be perfectly quiet. Even when I was in school, I couldn’t do my homework or study without having either the radio or the tv on.
Most times, it’s night time when I go and work in my office, Monday through Friday. On the weekend, I tend to start writing by 7 am. The reason I don’t start writing at that point in the morning during the weekdays is because I have a regular 7-3 job. Yup, I work in a factory making things. Sometimes I will either weave fabric, sew fabric, or put parts together. I like my day job. I like the people I work with. I think I would be hard pressed ever to give it up, because of them.
I don’t just use a computer to write. Many times I will jot things down on scrap pieces of paper, even when I’m at work. If an idea comes to me, I have to capture it before it is lost in the abyss of the mind. That is where the pens and pencils come in. I make my own notebooks up with blank cardstock that I can print a cover design on. This I fill with lined paper and use brass fasteners to hold it all together.
My ideal space would have everything I need in a day, right there in my office. Unfortunately, I lack the room. A small refrigerator for cold drinks would be nice. Room for exercise equipment would be nice too. Then there needs to be storage space for all the manuscript files and don’t forget bookshelves for all those books I need to read.
Someday, I’ll be able to have an office like that. For now, I’m happy the way things are.