But . . . Is it Art?
What is it? A wingless bird? A long-nosed squirrel? An alien invader?
What something is or isn't, I suppose, is in the mind of the beholder.
Ruminations on reading, writing, rural living, retirement, aging—and sometimes cats.
And maybe a border collie or other critters.
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I'm an elderly retired teacher who writes. Among my books are Ferradiddledumday (Appalachian version of the Rumpelstiltskin story), Stuck (middle grade paranormal novel), Patches on the Same Quilt (novel set in Franklin County, VA), Them That Go (an Appalachian novel), and several Kindle ebooks.
a simple farmboy (or girl)really is (go back to the previous list and chose a different one). However, no one knows his/her secret but a
the last of a vanishing race
heir to the kingdom
at death’s door
a very ordinary person
long lost twin
won’t tell if the price is rightAnyhow, this protagonist is on a quest for
tells the world but nbody listens
uses the information for his/her own gain/nefarious means
holds the key to the secrets of the universe
is the epitome of evil.
meaning in his/her lifewhile
money and all that it can buy
a way to defeat evil
a means of overcoming the heartbreak of psoriasis
escaping from a bad relationship/unhappy home/social pressurewhen he/she finds
trying to reclaim the throne
looking for love in all the wrong places
squandering the family fortune
trying to overcome the heartbreak of psoriasis
writing the great American novel
an old diaryin
a computer file
a magic sword
a piece of jewelry
a kingdom far awaywhich causes him/her to discover
another time and another place
the eyes of a child
the secret of happinessand then is able to
the true meaning of (insert favorite holiday)
a lost recipe for chocolate chip cookies
an embarrassing family secret
his/her true identity
live happily ever afterwhile
come to terms with a major problem
become a better person
save the world
make a down-payment on a modest dwelling
fall in love
drive off into the sunset
saving the world from alien invasionwith the help of
discovering a cure for an illness
fighting a nameless, faceless evil
marketing a great cookie recipe
returning a lost article
being struck by lightning
a computer geekwhen (pick any two or more)
a talking domestic animal
a fairy godmother
a wise-cracking sidekick
the prom date that stood him/her up many years ago
suddenlyThen the protagonist finds himself/herself (pick no more than three)
from out of nowhere
hell broke loose
the dam burst
the heavens opened
the protagonist woke up.
in bedThe above story will
in a kingdom far away
on a space ship
bound for glory
20,000 leagues under the sea
wearing a scarlet letter
in a battle that would determine the fate of mankind
richer than he/she ever imagined
with a new-found knowledge
with a greater empathy for mankind
winner of a lottery
touch your heart
render you speechless
move you to tears
move you to action
move your bowels
waste your time
Liberty, Va., July 27, 1864
MAJOR HENRY B. RICHARDSON, Engineer Corps, Ewell’s Staff.— Wounded and left on the field at Gettysburg, July 3, 1863. Supposed to be at Johnson’s Island. Why don’t you write? Have sent you many letters. So anxious to hear from you. Old circle unbroken. All miss you. R., your old physician hopes to take your case in hand again, and would like to know if you have found a new physician. AVENEL.
I arrived in Richmond on the 22nd of March and rec’d a leave of absence “for thirty days unless sooner exchanged.” Stopped in Richmond, at Gen’l Ewell’s house for ten days, and on the first of April went to Bedford Co., Va. (west of Lynchburg) where I remained till the first of May. Then over the mountains to Botetourt Co. and spent a week, and on the eighth started on horseback for this side of the Mississippi, or wherever I could get to anything like a Confederacy.
While at Avenel for a two-week visit, they met Captain Frank Clarke of New Orleans recovering from wounds he received at Sharpsburg. Lettie was later engaged to him but they never married. He became permanently disabled in April of 1863 from wounds he received at Fredericksburg [Chancellorsville?]. He continued to be in and out of the Breckinridge home through October 1863.Could others wounded at Sharpsburg also have been there? Goode mentions:
During the two-week visit, there were many trips to the Peaks and to Natural Bridge. There were many young men who came to call . . . and Lt. Frederick Richardson, who was on leave at this time. He was later promoted to Captain of Co. F, of the 5th Lousiana Infantry and killed in action at Gettysburg on July 4, 1863.
Lieut. Richardson appeared that evening to be a bashful man, so they all said, but I was of a different opinion. I thought of The Spectator whenever I looked at him. He is one of the most perfectly handsome men I ever saw. I would describe him, but words fail. I did not get acquainted with him that night, but when I did I found him to be one of the least bashful and most charming persons I ever met.The identifying footnote appears on this page. The footnote references Booth, Records III, Bk. 2, p. 309.
But for my companions, the Japonica, Luna and violets, and my beloved friends, Addison, Steele, etc., I think I should die of ennui. The former interesting companions are living in the window, and The Spectator is constantly before my eyes. Lieut. Richardson is very much like Addison. (p. 103)
This could be a day of technical glitches and machine malfunctions. It is frustrating, to be sure, but you must admit that it is also a little bit funny, dear Virgo. Everything you touch, whether it be a computer or a washing machine, seems to groan and shudder at you before finally sitting quiet, broken. It seems today you have the opposite of the Midas touch. Don't take it personally. Instead, use it as an excuse to do something completely different with your day.Aha! so that explains why all the digital clocks were blinking this morning! I thought it was just a brief power outage.
Ingenuity blossoms as you make the effort to do a little writing, dear Virgo, perhaps technical manuals or other professionally oriented projects. This could represent a new stage in your professional life, as you're likely to do well and attract considerable attention from those in high places. Just don't let yourself get too caught up in the need to revise, edit, then revise and edit again. It will only take up more time, and it's possible to over-rewrite!Yeah, I’ve got to start writing on a number of projects. Yeah, I do tend to edit/revise/repeat ad infinitum. That’s the typical Virgo quest for perfection, I suppose.