Reflections on the April 2019 A-Z Blogging Challenge

Another year under my wing. Survived… posted every letter even though my last post was a day late. Over achiever? Sometimes we are our own worst critics when it comes to writing. But that is what we do, we write and we read it, and we re-write it over and over again until we think it’s good enough to put out there. After we put it out there, we find something else wrong with it and wish we had read it one more time. Such is the life of the writer.

I loved the challenge. Wish it was two months long … or longer. Ever since I started a real work-at-home job that actually pays me, my time for writing is limited at best. People think because I work at home I have all kinds of time to do whatever I want. Not true. I have a real 401K plan, a real health insurance plan, a real pay check, and a real schedule. That comes with real responsibilities of taking care of things on a timetable and not when I get around to it. I don’t have that 30 minute commute back and forth to work, to think of things to write.  I’m busy doing the things that most people who work out of the house pay someone else to do. HOUSEWORK.

I hope to take time to get back into writing more frequently. I love the challenge and am grateful for those who participate and visit each others blogs.   The A-Z challenge is somewhat of a jump-start to get you going. Hopefully you will get some people to follow your blog and help encourage you to write. It’s kind of like jump starting a diet except it’s more fun than a diet.   You get started and it’s all going well and people are loving what you post.  Then it kind of fades away when no one is there to urge you to keep going.  You stop posting as often and that’s kind of a drag.

Writing can be lonely and hard and it takes perseverance. But it is also rewarding and enjoyable. I have said it before, write for you. Write what makes you happy. Do it because you want to. Don’t write for someone else. It doesn’t matter what they think or how they would do it.  Been there, done that – never turns out well. If they are so good at it, let them write it.

If you want to write, write. It’s like anything … if you can believe it, you can achieve it. Don’t give up. Until next time.

Cheers! ☺

Helmar’s Handbag

Helmar’s Handbag

He carried it with him wherever he went,
From inside came nickels and dimes which he spent.
But that wasn’t all he carried in his bag,
It was his whole life, since he’d turned scalawag.
Pictures, trinkets and a tube of red lipstick,
His life now nothing but a nasty limerick.

There’s a he-she on the street corner
Who once made movies as a porn’er
Now he’s just a ‘has been’
Doesn’t care for women,
But Helmar’s handbag will always adorn ‘her’.

Without even knowing he creates a trap,
For the same patrons who toss coins in his lap
Frequently customers will buy him a treat,
Till someone comes out and yells at him “Beat-feet!”
He gathers up his things and looks all around,
Helmar with ‘her’ handbag sashays out-of-town.

There’s a young stud from El Camino’s
Panhandles change for frappuccinos
If it weren’t for Starbucks
He’d yield to hailing trucks
And he wouldn’t be drinking cappuccinos.

Yearning for Youth

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Before we grew old we used to be young
Not caring about stupid things we’d done
We challenged the world and played life as a game
We were a force to be reckoned, no one could tame
Rules were broken and laws didn’t hold
We didn’t care our shoulders were cold.
Youth is stupidity let out of a cage
Learning comes slow for the young in age.

As we grew up our youth soon did fade
And soon a year became a decade
Wisdom was earned by mistakes that we made
And maturing in knowledge while our legacy we laid.
We came to a place or a cross in the road
We had to make a choice, would our soul be sold?
Middle age is that time when we learn to be diligent
And use our knowledge to teach others and being vigilant.

When we were young we didn’t think we’d grow old
Thinking back on those stories and the ones we haven’t told
To go back to then knowing what we know now
Would be a lost cause because we wouldn’t know how
To use the lessons we learned through the experiences we’ve had
And our younger years wouldn’t be fun they’d only be sad
Youth is in the mind and when we learn this we’ll find
This game called life, keeps our youth close behind.