A look at life, achieving good physical and mental health and happiness
I am writing to express my opinion, share my experiences and to maybe provide some insight. My blog is addressing women at 50 ( but men are welcome to read my posts) ,their issues and the questions that come up at this stage in life. I don’t aim to teach, but to learn together.
For this week’s theme is … CLOWNS Yep, big shoes, red noses, honking horns or … creepy smiles, dark laughter and all things terrifying. We are sooooo lucky, we have clowns, lets bring in the clowns, the sad clowns, the mad clowns, the happy clowns, the funny clowns, I ain’t fussed, any clowns.
After one whole year of running this prompt, I wanted to share some of my observations;
The amazing versatility of human imagination never fails to amaze and astound me.
No matter how ordinary or extraordinary the prompt image is, nearly all the submissions are different in how the viewer is looking at them.
When the writer writes about the prompt, they put little bits of who they are in their poems, stories, and posts.
The community in our part of the blogosphere is amazingly kind and generous. They make time to respond to the prompts posted by a host of bloggers, and support them with their contributions.
Writing for a prompt, be it an image or a word/ phrase takes the writer out of their safe zone and into unknown territory. It expands their imaginative muscles and increases the ability to tackle new and varied subjects and ideas.
I have selected the image on the top as the badge of my prompt post. Please look for this badge and keep on participating in “What do you see“!
With much gratitude, thank you for making the first year of WDYS a success.
This week compose a tale that involves underwater.
You decide what it is or who it is that is underwater and what they do or don’t discover.
Go where the prompt leads you and have fun.
He dived into the deep blue water and prepared to surface, but he couldn’t kick back his feet to propel himself to the surface. He took a quick look and saw his feet, both of them tangled in the seaweeds………
He had dived into the swimming pool and not the ocean. Why were his feet trapped in the seaweed which had no business being there. As the thoughts crossed his mind he felt desperate for air and increased the struggle to free his feet.
“Will you stop kicking me”, the angry and plaintive voice of his wife’s voice penetrated his almost comatose state of sleep. He sat up abruptly and took a deep breath. It was a nightmare, what a relief to wake up.
His wife asked him what was going on in his dreams and why he was thrashing about. He fobbed her off with an evasive answer, but he now knew that his subconscious mind was warning him about the business venture he was planning on undertaking with a school friend. He will call him today and cry off from that risky proposition.