When Words Collide



Introduce yourself and your website to Holidailies readers.

Two steps behind, one step ahead, or completely off the rails- when it comes to my writing I can never seem to strike that chord where there’s that balance that thing that makes a story hang together in a way that makes sense.

Not my work, oh no. I get that sense of reality in there but at the end or somewhere down the line things get distorted.

Like all of the sudden my mind’s eye starts seeing the story in a fun house mirror.


So I will take a prompt and start off doing what it says to do when this little voice in my  head says, ” You know what would make this great?”

And the next thing you know I’m like a dog off a leash- and forget catching me because I’ll be half way around the world before you even know I’m gone.

Like a few days ago I wrote a story based on a prompt about a little girl who is a budding writer. She answers the question ” where do you get your ideas from” by jamming her pencil into the questioner’s hand.

In her defense the questioner is the monster, but originally I had a monster show up behind her and start whispering into her ear- much to the horror of her teacher.

It just seemed funnier with the pencil in the hand.



Once someone left a comment that they couldn’t figure out what my blog was about- I said it was a collection of stories and posts based on prompts.

They sent back a question mark.

I replied with this:

killer doll

Now see.

That’s what happens to me when I write.

The prompt was easy enough- introduce myself to Holidailie Readers.

And I ended up wandering all over the Freeway of Life during rush hour.


The picture of the Killer Demon doll is pretty great.


From Below Zero


What is your worst quality?


Nobody is perfect, right?

That’s what we say, nobody is perfect.

Forgive yourself when you make mistakes, forgive others when they makes mistakes because nobody’s perfect.


God and the Devil himself help you if you don’t get it right, if you miss the mark because you’ll pay for that in a major way.

I know because missing the good old mark is my biggest flaw.

I’ve never been quite smart enough, pretty enough, good enough. I make it to the bar and screw up every single time.

Do you know what happens when you can’t clear the bar?

You become like me, you stand at the sideline and cheer your friends and family and perfect strangers every time they sail over that bar like Santa and his magical reindeer flying across the moon on Christmas Eve.

It’s a lonely place to be- alone at the foot of that bar. But if you’re not good enough that’s where you end up.

And the view from down there will twist you up in the end.

I figure it’s from always having to look up and slamming into the deck of life  every freaking minute of my life.


I use to think there was going to be a reason for being like this- for having that flaw.

Maybe it will make me more patient, or kind or understanding of  the people around me.

But this is the way the Universe works- it was born of Chaos, it is in Chaos and it will end in Chaos and to me that means nothing has to make sense.

There doesn’t have to be a reason for things that happen to us at all.

Can I take this major flaw and turn it into something good?

Probably not.

Nothing good has ever come from not being quite good enough.

Be a Superstar:

Way to go.

Crash and Burn:

People are really impressed by Human Train Wrecks. I figure it’s because it’s entertaining on some level.

But to just miss that mark? To have people look at you and say ” She or He, they’re ok BUT…”

That will cost you.