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I'm not dead yet...

Okay, so I stole it from Monty Python, but it's true(ish).  I've been pretty dead journal-wise (internet-wise).  I hadn't realized it's been 2.5 years since I posted here.


Anyway, I'm hoping to start posting at least once a week here, just to see if I can actually do it.

Writer's Book of Days: Feb 11 (belated)

Prompt: This is how my heart was broken

Writer's Book of Days: Feb 10

Prompt: You hear church bells in the distance.

The sound of church bells echoed across the fields like the cry of a ghost.  That they were being rung in the middle of the day made that statement a bit more true than not since that was likely an indication that they were funeral bells rather than a call to worship.  Not that I worship in the first place -- I'm not Christian anymore.  I do still like the big hollow tones however, even if they are a sign of someone else's sorrow.

In some ways I wish I had something like church bells attached to my beliefs.  It's something majestic that calls out -- pride, summons, the belief that worship should be shouted out openly, sorrow should be shared, everyone should know.  Sure, there are a lot of things I dislike and disagree with when it comes to the church attached to the bell so to speak, but the bell itself and what it symbolizes is what I like.

I don't have anything of the sort.  My beliefs are strong and worthy, but they are a minority amongst religions.  Well, unless you happen to live in Iceland, but I don't.  I could tell someone what I believe and they wouldn't know what I was talking about, or they'd draw all the wrong conclusions and freak right out.  It's sad really.  Not only do we not get church bells, but we have to be wary of whom we tell because the reaction may not be positive, even in a climate of supposed tolerance and equality.

And, really, while we may not have the bells and the freedom to tell the world to come worship with us, we have other things that the Christians seem to have lost, if they ever had it at all.  We have personal relationships with our gods -- I do certainly.  Sometimes too personal.  Getting involved with a trickster god does have it's ups and downs and sudden left turns.  It's never boring though.  If i need someone to talk to, he's there.  If I need a laugh or a shoulder to cry on, or a spot of revenge, he's there.  I can't openly tell anyone but the Kindred this of course -- they'd think I was crazy.  "Hearing voices?  That can't be good." 

Then again, a lot of people are skeptics, and only believe what science tells them.  Like science doesn't contradict itself.  Makes me wonder if there's a god of science.  Not in my pantheon, but perhaps there is.  I mean, if science fiction writers can create religions that are basically Jesus-the-alien I suppose there could be a science god, or rather science could *be* a god.

Oh well, that's just bizarre speculation.  My mind goes weird places sometimes, and Loki is usually happy to go along for the ride when he isn't directing the course that is.  So, I might not have church bells, but I have a lot more.  And come to think about it, I could probably get some bells, if I asked Loki for them.

Then again, I don't know if I'd like the results of that.  Loki has a very bizarre sense of humour at times, and I'm thinking that might be the perfect outlet for it.  Oh well, what I have is better than bells.

I do miss them though.


Well, that was different.  Not part of a story as far as I can tell, but who knows what the future will hold right? 553 words.

Writer's Book of Days: Feb 9

There, I'm all caught up.  Oh, and I also forgot how much I hate using the keyboard that goes with my parents' computer.

Prompt: Write about a wild-eyed dream

Writer's Book of Days: Feb 8 (belated)

Prompt: Write about a river

Writer's Book of Days: Feb 7 (belated)

I know this one's late too. I'm going to post two tonight.

Prompt: "Everybody loves the sound of a train in the distance.  Everybody thinks it's true." (after Paul Simon)

Writer's Book of Days: Feb 6 (belated)

I can't believe I actually missed a day.  Well, it was more like I was distracted yesterday until like 4am, at which point a couple of hours sleep made more sense than doing a writing prompt.  I have to start doing the prompts as soon as I turn the computer on to avoid this problem -- especially since technically I missed another day.  Though, since I haven't gone to bed yet, I'll pretend it doesn't really count.

Prompt: Write about a stranger

Writer's Book of Days: Feb 5

Prompt: "When I awoke the next morning..."

Writer's Book of Days: Feb 4

Prompt: Write about a black and white photograph

Writer's Book of Days: Feb 3

Prompt:  These are the things women know about love.