The Dig Tree Project- Setting out

This is a great writing project to work on! Chose your mode of expression- print, drawing, journaling

Yoy will be inspired!
This is my first entry.

At The Crossroads

I’ve spent some time thinking about a writing project to start the year with and I have decided to go with The Dig Tree Project that  can be found at my friend Heather Blakeys website The Soul Food Cafe.

I chose to start here because of a book I’m reading- it’s called Halley’s Quest.

Edmond Halley is famous for accurately predicting the appearance of the comet that bears his mispronounced name but he was so much more.

Halley was once branded a heretic by the church, on his first voyage to chart the Seas he was nearly attacked by Pirates, his Second tried to take over his science and exploration vessel the Paramore and on his second voyage he saw penguins and Icebergs that in the fog and gloom were initially mistaken for Islands ( I’ve only got about halfway through the book ).

Halley was an explorer, an…

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Mozart Doesn’t Live Here

The worst part of 2017 was when I realized that I had become a WalMart shopper.

I can’t explain how it happened, but it did.

Why confess it at all?

Because I’m a writer and it’s a story, but I don’t want to hide it in a poem or a fictional story. So this is me telling your how I started to do something that rubbed me the wrong way and what I did about it.

It all snapped into focus for me when found myself standing in line behind woman with tramp stamp showing above the waistband  of her fleece pajama bottoms. On other occasions I noticed that people don’t say ” get ” they say ” git ‘er  ” ( which I get if you’re from the South, but NOT South of Seattle )  and on the bad days the entire store reeks like aqua net and cigarettes and motor oil.

What I saw was that all of these things were beginning to look normal to me.

The babies in  Camouflage  onesies, the woman with big hair 1980’s hair, the pinched up angry faces barging down narrow aisles with giant shopping carts.

One day I asked myself, ” Really Anita, what the hell are you doing here? Mozart, Anita will never be played over the sound system here.”

So yes, that’s when I decided to shop elsewhere, because Mozart doesn’t live at Walmart.

I think that maybe Mozart kept me true to myself and the things that I would like to see in my life and the things I don’t need to see in my life.

Thank you W.A.  Mozart

Our Random View Writing Prompt #5 Worst Part of 2017

 

 

 

 

 

That Was Fun

If I had to pick some stand out moments of 2017 I would have to say what made it great to me was:

The movie ” Get Out

It snowed on Christmas Eve and On Christmas Day.

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I discovered the fun to be had with The Mysterious Package Company

 

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I found out I’m going to be a Grandmother in March of  2018

My Granddaughter!

I got to experience the Solar Eclipse from my loading dock at work and I caught this picture of it on accident

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My favorite picture of my dog, Hamish Macbeth. It sums up his personality.

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I got published in an E-Zine called “Modern Creative Life” !

I was really happy about that.

I wrote a Halloween story called, ” Wax Lips “  It was slightly twisted and  featured two of my  favorite characters- Milo and Jingle

 

My friend Heather is putting together a new hub for creatives at her new Website

While Waiting For Godot.

I’d tell you more, but that would spoil the fun.

Check it out and CREATE!!!

I went to my most FAVORITE place in the  world for  a short vacation.

I took the Clipper to Victoria BC- where I spent oodles of time at the Royal BC Museum AND I went on a Ghostly Walking Tour and I sort of developed a liking for chocolates. Actually, I gave chocolate  a chance because the shop was awesome and it’s supposed to be haunted by a ghost with missing fingers.

Yum.

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Ghostly Walk HQ

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Royal BC Museum

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Halloween was pretty neat in ’17- Space Aliens and Alien Autopsies  were a big thing- which I found to be far more cool then the Zombie theme.

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I also discovered that I like to write poetry! What do you know. Weird right? I thought so. I’ve spent most of my life avoiding writing it, but I gave it a try and it was fun.

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In a word I guess I thought 2017  was BRILLIANT because it was a full of adventure. I just hope that 2018 lives up to that!

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Our Random View Writing Prompt #3- Best Part of 2017

Those Enduring Bones

Across the street from where I work is a little park with granite blocks scattered around under some trees.  People catch the buses there, they rush by the blocks to make the walk lights or they drive by without really looking at them.

It’s a shame because there’s a story there.

I found it by accident one day and it was quite a treat

Take a look:

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Great Northern  Railway Seattle, Washington

 

Yes. Really. I Had Fun.

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Oh. Yeah. What did I do on New Years Eve.

Well. It’s like this.

Not much.

I played with my dog, ate a bunch of food and listened to a lot of music- Abba, Mozart, , Tom Waits and my favorite radio program- ” The Strange Seeker ” and I wrote a lot.

I wish I could have done something more exciting, but really- what’s more exciting and more satisfying then doing exactly what you want?

I’ve learned that valuable lesson from my dog.

Hamish lives in the moment and when something upsets him he grabs his favorite toy and chews the bejesus out of it until he feels better  then he gets on with the rest of his life.

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It would be cool to be able to go somewhere exotic, maybe a little dangerous for New Years Eve- but until I NASA gets it together and finds a way to get us to Europa without having Jupiter’s radiation belts  fry our cells the minute we show up to pop open the champagne I guess I’ll stay earthbound and continue to have a little fun…

my way.

 

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WRITING PROMPT #1 – KICKING OFF THE NEW YEAR

So Many Ghosts, So Little Time

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Last November I went on a three day trip to Victoria BC to drink tea and learn some new ghost stories by way of a tour called Ghostly Walks

What could make the entire, somewhat extravagant experience even more exciting?

It was a walking tour that you took at night PLUS it was starting to rain – just a little and there was a chill to the air.

It was one of the most DELCIOUS trips I have ever been on- the stories I heard made it that way.

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From: Ghostly Walks Tour

I learned a story about a gruesome murder that involved a botched execution.

This is the dock they dragged the accused- and soon to be convicted Joseph Nuana  down and to the steamship that would take him to Port Townsend, Washington to face trial.

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I learned about a man who once worked as a banker and went on to become a great poet.

Robert Service stumbled over dead bodies laid out on the floor in a dark make shift morgue and I saw the place where his ghost lives  now.

So to speak.

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I went to a courtyard where executions used to take place.

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I walked through a dark alley where once upon a time someone fell down a well and died a horrible death, so horrible that someone felt the need to beautify the sight:

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I even learned a story about a ghost who haunts a chocolate shop. Don’t worry about this ghost- it’s a child and he’s missing some fingers. That’s not so scary, is it?

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I saw the place where a graveyard was horribly desecrated and heard the story about how the angry spirits exacted revenge – over and over again.

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I stayed at a grand hotel that has a few ghosts of it’s own- one is a kindly old woman who knocks on your door and asks for help getting back to a room that doesn’t exist anymore and there is  shadow of a man who hung himself trapped against the ceiling on  top floor.

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Not many people would spend the money or the time to go and learn some ghost stories. Who would do something like that?

Me, that’s who.

I would.

And I’ll be doing it again very soon.

Here’s a little hint on the direction I’ll be going:

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See you soon.

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