So How Is 2014 Going For You So Far?

therapy room with joanna cross

photo from Facebook page therapy room with Joanna Cross

This year (well, last year, actually) I downloaded this e-book to Kindle on my I-Pad.

365 Days of Writing Prompts

by The Editors,

365 writing prompts

Then I promptly forgot about it, until today when I began wondering if I should try once again to do a post a day for a whole year.  I fell short by about twenty posts last year but  I like to set lofty goals for myself and then break the rules.  They’re self-imposed, so no one cares, least of all me.  And if I don’t like the prompt I can just use it as a springboard to talk about something completely unrelated, which is often how my brain works.

I also have a word-a-day calendar to improve my vocabulary, but already, skipping ahead and tempting bad luck,  I’m noticing the words are ones I’ve heard and used before, and that has made me all pouty.  Then I read somewhere that awesome things will happen if I choose not to be a miserable cow.

So here goes.

The first prompt is named “Stroke of Midnight”. 

Where were you last night when 2013 turned into 2014?  Is it where you’d wanted to be?

I was tucked up in my bedroom fast asleep, and yes, it’s exactly how I expected to (not) see in the new year.  If you really need to know, I missed midnight by a good three hours. That’s either very pathetic, or extremely smart on my part.  No hangovers in this house. Is there a bah-humbug phrase for thumbing ones nose at the celebration of another year biting the dust?

But even without a mad drinking party the night before, there are days (and a lot of them happen to come along in January) when I suffer from a severe case of clinomania (an excessive desire to stay in bed.)

There’s our first new word that did not come from my calendar, but from somewhere completely different,  snuck in to the middle of nowhere, and here’s the next one.

 – orenda (n.) a mystical force present in all people that empowers them to affect the world, or to effect change in their own lives.

I don’t know, I think the New Year Gods are trying to tell me something.  So, look at that!  Post number one done, three hundred and sixty-four to go.  We are on a roll and slowly working our way up to world-changing mode. Hang on to your pointy party hats.

So Long 2013


The stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog.  I thought it would be nice to include this random Facebook page picture of me to go along with it.  Because the stats are as weird as I am.  I got almost 800 hits on a post about my furnace.  Sorry to disappoint everyone, but I’m never writing about that again.

Here’s an excerpt:

The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 29,000 times in 2013. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 11 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

Click here to see the complete report.

Random Words and Images


Kaua’i (Photo credit: Cody Wms)

November is just such a random month where nothing really happens here except for Remembrance Day and putting in time waiting for December.  And shovelling snow.  Blah.  Here’s a daily prompt I’m finally getting around to doing.  My attention to these things is obviously random as well.

Pick a random word and do Google image search on it. Check out the eleventh picture it brings up. Write about whatever that image brings to mind.

Step one – I went to wordnik for a random word, and this one to me is about as random as they get.

psychopomp – from a Greek word meaning ‘spirit-guide.’  A guide or conductor of spirits or souls to the other world: a special title of Hermes.  (He was that Greek God who was the messenger of the Gods, and the conductor of souls into the afterlife.  He had winged sandals and a winged cap. He could fly like the wind.)

Spirit Guide

Spirit Guide (Photo credit: Cayusa)

Step two – google image search.  The eleventh picture was a gigantic cat with huge yellow eyes staring off into space. Next to the cat was a kneeling half-naked woman with long dark hair and dangling earrings.  One of her arms was raised with her hand behind her head.  I could not see the other arm.  Maybe it was missing.  The cat and the woman appeared to be sitting on some kind of huge cat pillow, with splotches of yellow and orange light behind them, over which were superimposed some glowing heart-shaped things.

You have to know that I could not possibly be making any of this up.

But I’m not posting that picture here either, because stranger things than that have a copyright.

Instead, I’m including these two pictures from the media gallery because that blue stuffed thing on the beach is way more interesting than a large cat, and the spirit guide picture on the left is something I prefer looking at more than a scantily clad womans armpit.  Call me crazy if you want.

Step three – write about whatever the image brings to mind.  It makes me think about how weird cats are.  Maybe when they look at us they can see our spirit guides wrapped around us and that’s why they want nothing to do with us.  This doesn’t explain why they can stare into empty corners for an hour or fall asleep in sinks.  I don’t have cats anymore, but almost 20 years of living with them didn’t make me an expert on their incredibly stupid and yet infinitely wise behaviour.  I’m just thankful they couldn’t talk.

Well there we go.  Random nonsense on a cold and snowy November day.  I hope my personal spirit guide isn’t in any hurry to conduct my soul into the afterlife.  I hope he’s focussed on some completely random day in the very distant future.  Maybe that day when we all miraculously get where cats are coming from.  I can wait.