Written By Me

Fandango’s Provocative Question#109

How many hours, on average, do you spend per day (or per week) on blogging-related activities? And, what do you think you might do with your time if you didn’t spend it on those blogging-related activities?

” Moth Dress ” by Louise Richardson
Photographer Unknown

When I am not writing/blogging/working on an idea:

I am walking my dog, working on art projects ( I really really suck at that but it’s fun ) like model building or drawing or photography ( I suck at that too, but again it’s fun ). I also like to watch ghost stories or suspense movies on Netflix.

My favorite, by far, are the movies about the supernatural  from India- OMG they know how to tell great ghost stories over there! I also enjoy Japanese movies about ghosts and curses because I’m familiar with those ( my Mom grew up in Hawaii and she and her family LOVED to tell ghost stories) and stories about Japanese ghosts and demons are bone chillers.

Sometimes I just sit back and listen to music- random tracks- because when I hear music and sort of clear my head, random images pop up and sometimes those images are so weird that I get stories from them.

So when I am not actually writing, or working on an idea I suppose it’s easy to see I’m putting myself in places where I get ideas for things to write about. It’s all I ever really do.

As you can see on my blog, sometimes I come up with some great stuff and sometimes it might not be as great as other times.

But I feel about my writing the way people feel about their babies.

You might think your baby adorable but other people will look at a baby and see something that looks like a smooshy naked monkey that smells like milk and pee.

That’s how I look at my writing- it’s like a smelly, adorable smooshy thing that smells like milk and pee.

But I love it all the same and I’m proud of it, even though it isn’t perfect, or even sort of perfect.

After all, I put a lot of time and devotion into making all of it happen and that makes me feel like I am making my life count for something worthwhile.

The Cemetery Cat

Fandango’s Dog Days of August Prompt #2: Blog

Evergreen Washelli Cemetery: Photo By Anita Moscoso

I didn’t mean to blog.

Over 15 years ago I had joined an on line writer’s group called ” The Soul Food Café ” so that I could start writing again- I had done a lot of writing when I was kid and all the way through high school. But then I started to play in bands and then I got married and the writing fell to the side of the road.

Anyway, one of the tasks I had to do was to set up a blog- which at the time wasn’t something a lot of people did. In setting things in this wilderness I forgot to make my blog ” private” and within a few weeks it was getting ‘hits’.

I was a little mortified.

Not that what I was writing was shady or weird in an anti-social sort of way, but my friends who did write got to ask people if what they did was good, or should they post it. They got feedback and support.

I just put myself out there with no plan or direction for what I wanted to ‘say’

I guess I was like that neighbor that had the crazy dog that ran free in the neighborhood and whizzed on somebody’s prize Roses and dug holes in carefully manicured lawns.

You know what I mean.

So every exercise I wrote – for better or for worse went live.

I guess that was good. I jumped right on in and just started to write away- there was no turning back and I couldn’t wish anything I had written away into the cornfield so I just kept moving it forward

and here I am.

You might be wondering why I titled this post the Cemetery Cat.

I used to have bookplates that I only put in my favorite books of a cat sitting on top of a stack of books and in tiny print under the place where you wrote ( see how old I am? You had to actually ink your name in with a pen ) your name it said ” The Literary Cat “

I’m not going to pretend I’m striving to hit literary heights and be the next M.R. James ( but GOD I wish I could be ). I just sort of do my thing, most of it has is about cemeteries and ghosts so that’s why the title.


I just like the picture.

Why Is There A Book In Facebook?

Monet 5 (Blue Water Lilies)


There are some nights when I sit down to write that I wish I could Facebook it  on my blog and just quip and re-post what other people have already posted and write about that. My brain and imagination could just kick back, eat some pizza and watch one of those movies I bought on DVD and never get around to watching.

I do wonder as I eat Pizza and noodle around for a story or poem  to share,  if everyone is busy “talking”  on Facebook does anybody listen? Does anybody read what’s been quipped? I’ve noticed that people comment on the posts  they catch on Facebook, but if you read what some of  the commentators are saying,  in some cases it’s obvious they didn’t actually read the article in question.

As a writer that rattles my cage.

I feel like the character in the Twilight Zone, ” The Obsolete Man 

Do you know, sometimes when I’m the bus to work I’ll pull out my phone and surf the net.

I do it because I really do want to fit in. I want to know what it feels like.

I do it because I don’t want to drift, to float, to become obsolete.


Daily Post Prompt: Float