Aside from starting Just Jot It January 2018 in a couple of weeks, I’m thinking about creating a new prompt. Yes, I know what you’re thinking–but, Linda, you can barely keep up with the ones you have! But this one’s a bit different.
The new prompt will be simple: a picture with a small explanation. I’m going to call it the The Escapist Coloring Club Prompt, and I’ll only host it on the first Monday of every month. My hope is to find volunteers to host it on their own blog every other Monday of the month.
The Escapist Coloring Club will prompt people to take pictures of the things they are coloring and share them. Whether it’s your own adult coloring project or something that your kids have done that you’re particularly proud of, it will be a chance both to showcase your work and to connect with other…
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The morning flocks of White Ibis passed right over head while moving out to the marshes. As soon as one flock was gone, another rose up and came by.
It was cold, early, with a remarkable blue sky.
All the flocks flew by and into the furthest parts of the marsh, where we had no way to follow. However, we did have a perfect location to catch them as they left.
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This is the debut novel written by Jane Harper won the Victorian premier’s unpublished manuscript award in 2015 and the British Crime Writers’ Association Gold Dagger award for the best crime novel of the year. It was not unexpected then that this book turned out to be a page turner.
Federal Agent Aaron Falk returned to his childhood town to attend the funeral of his friend Luke who had shot his wife and one child before turning the gun on himself. As a favour to Luke’s mother Aaron agreed to stay on to try to find why Luke had done it. In doing so his past ( a questionable death of a friend) came back to haunt him – the reason his father had removed them from the small town. With the use of flashbacks the two deaths are examined in tandem. I don’t intend to give anything away when…
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I Love her…
The woman who’s hands
whose back breaks
From all the placements of babies
Years after years.
That woman who puts on
Various masks through life’s stages.
First of a delicate carer,
Then of a strict teacher,
Then that of an enemy,
Before residing as a friend.
The woman with one thing constant,
Despite the mask-
The soul of a carer,
The heart of a lover.
The woman whose palms
Have grazed various parts of
My body. That woman whose arms
Will always be open to me:
Calling in silence,
No matter where I go, what I do
You are always welcome home.
With her luscious frocks
And stout frame….
I love that woman.
I have a couple of small towels in my gym bag. I use them when I am boxing, and/or lifting weights, and then throw them back in my bag. I often forget to wash them when I get home. This is why I so wanted the Hidetex Fast Drying Microfiber Towel that is ‘antibacterial, helping to inhibit odor and germs, so you don’t have to worry about mold, mildew, or that horrible gym-towel stink.’
This has to be the most perfect gift for me, and all my gym bud
dies. The large one is huge 63″ X 31.5″, and the small one 15.7″ X 15.7″, which is perfect for my Zumba class.
They are made of high quality premium microfiber, are nice and soft, as well as being absorbent. Wash them first, and then they are ready to use. They dry really quickly, and fold up to be really small. They go in…
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What keepsakes do you keep from your holidays?
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