Hey boys and girls, do you know what time it is?? Thaaaat's right! It's Writers' Workshop time and today we will be writing about Mama Kat's prompt #4. Here are the prompts:
1.) Who really helped you get over something? Write about that person. (writingfix.com)
2.) Is plastic surgery an option? Without being vulgar, write about the body part still attached to you that you would most like to dis-attach and replace with a better one. (writingfix.com)
3.) Share an interesting email exchange you've had with someone lately.
4.) Have you thought about shutting down your blog? Why haven't you and what would cause you to make that decision final?
5.) Today I will...
Like I said before, I will be writing about prompt #4 today. I have not actually thought about shutting down one of my blogs, but I have started new ones to help sort the content coming from my head. I haven't shut any of my blogs down because they are still alive in my head. And they are screaming at me like inmates in an asylum. All of them wanting to be freed at the same time. It is pandemonium in there and some days I can't make heads or tails of it. Other days all that blog content just wanders around in my head minding it's own business and licking the table tops, playing ping-pong or painting with finger paints. It is bizarre how the level of activity from my inmates varies from day to day instead of flowing in a river-like manner, never empty and never full but always flowing. And I guess when the flow stops I will shut them down and focus my creative insanity on something else or someone else (I could always stalk Ellen, right Mama Kat??). But until then, I will struggle with the rest of my bloggers to organize the insanity from within and couple it with the insanity from with out and try to communicate some wondrous ponderment that has gotten my attention by throwing bodily fluids at me as I walked past. I love the asylum. I feel at home here. I am one with the chaos, now if the chaos would just stop resisting because resistance is futile. It will be assimilated.
So the flow must continue. And it helps to keep the flow if you have a solid idea of why you are blogging. I hear your cry and I do.
I started my blog last year sometime and it actually morphed from a blog identity on the local newspaper's open forum site. But their administrator's view of acceptable posting material and my view were to far apart. Then they decided they wanted more control over whatever people were posting, so they morphed their forum into a much more stringent environment. They pooh-poohed on my creativeness, so I left them. In fact, I am still trying to get the content from them and re post it here. So I started my blog with a distinct idea of what I was trying to do. Somewhere along the way, I started getting lost and posting about things that did not fit the image of my first blog. So I started a second blog. I don't want to shut down the first blog and need to refocus on posting new content to it to keep it on track and up to date. But the second blog is more slanted to myself and my writing. In fact I hold no boundaries on it. Some of you may not know it, but I even have a third blog that is on the down low. But we will talk about the DOWN LOW later. Right now we are talking about blogs and boundaries and keeping focused.
Focused on what??
Oh yeah. Staying focused on the task at hand. Which in today's time and age is harder than we think. So here is a big word for you today......COM.PART.MENT.A.LIZE.
Can you say it? I knew you could.
We all find that we have to keep pieces of our lives compartmentalized. We leave work at work. We leave home at home. We try not to let our wives and girlfriends meet......EVER. And we are all used to it by now. I find that I have to do the same thing with the inmate sin my head. Some of those loons will try to escape on my Musings blog when they are clearly a mother/son/familia inmate. And some of the Long Walk inmates will try to sneak their way into my Musings. But I have a good grasp on it now and even the inmates from the Book are only let loose on the playground when it is their time to play. But the all get to play. Yes, each and every crazy thought inmate in my asylum of a brain gets at least one hour of outdoor time each day. And it is hilarious to see my coworkers try to come to grips with it when they get a full dose of the insanity.
For instance, when they caught me shooting prairie dogs with my potato cannon, some of my coworkers just couldn't grasp the concept of ballistic target practice on a defenseless rodents. DUH!?!?! I pick on them because they are defenseless. Who in their right mind is going to target practice on a full grown bull?? That's really insane. And that is a good thing.
So let's round the bases one more time:
thoughts in head like inmates in an asylum
pick on the meek, you last longer that way.
Any questions?? NO?? Good. Remember we will have a pop quiz on this material next Tuesday with the return of The Tuesday Caption Contest.
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