It’s not you. It’s me. It’s a 6

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Road trip!! No sooner had the words rolled off my tongue, tumbling out of my mouth like building blocks in the hands of a toddler, when all 4 of my kids barked, chirped and otherwise laughed like a pack of hysterical hyenas.

All the “w” questions asked in unison; my stressometer was activated and pegged at max within 60 seconds of announcing we were going to Wyoming, in 6 weeks….because….and then reality slid into home.

Daryl Cooper, outdoors-loving thrill seeker (to my couch potato channel surfer) high school sweetheart of a husband o’mine had been offered the job of Petroleum Engineer with the Dept. of the Interior, Bureau of Land Management office in, doesitreallygetthatcoldinthewinter, Cheyenne, Wyoming, effective – as soon as you can get there!

….Listen kids, I haltingly began, this isn’t a typical family road trip… you know, when we go on vacation for a couple of weeks in the summertime. My voice softened, veering off already imagined snow covered mountainside roads as my mind, still reeling from the news, tried to determine the best way to tell the kids we were moving to Wyoming, to the mountains and long winters and no ocean, leaving friends and family far behind.

When I’d finished telling them we’d be packing up all of our stuff and starting a new life in a brand new place, a place we’d never been, they seemed genuinely excited, which wasn’t the reaction I was expecting and then, like lightening to a metal rod, the thought occurred to me that perhaps I was projecting onto them, my trepidation and fears of the unknown and unfamiliar, of change.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s Six Sentence Story Thursday Link Up!

C’est mercredi! Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and this week’s edition of Six Sentence Stories. While everyone’s jammin’ to link up the first day, remember the link stays live/open until next Tuesday. Whether you’ve fallen behind, you forgot (like that would ever happen lol)
or you can’t quite make it by tomorrow, don’t stress about it. As they say in the old 1960’s television commercial …”we’ll leave the light on for you“. Tonight, tomorrow, next day, or later, we hope you’ll join in the fun 😀

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Come back here on Thursday, link your post…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 🙂

CUE WORD: TRIP

“It is my ambition to say in ten sentences what others say in a whole book.” 
― Friedrich Nietzsche

Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge! Sunday is word prompt day for the Six Sentence Story blog hop. It’s when I reveal the word prompt to be used somewhere in your story, poem, vignette, memoir or wip, this coming Thursday. Whether you’re a seasoned writer or a novice like myself, you’ll find the SSS is one of the most fun and challenging hops on the net! It would be lovely if you joined in this week 🙂

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Come back here on Thursday, link your post…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 🙂

CUE WORDTRIP

“Dreams are the touchstones of our characters.” 
― Henry David Thoreau

“Gimme somthin’ to write on”. Yes, it’s a TToT

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge. While my intention was to publish a Six Sentence Story this morning, Ten Things of Thankful started obnoxiously banging on the door after only my second cup of go-go juice. The nerve! Fine.….

TToT  Old things..

TToT  Like laptops…

TToT  That are old friends…

TToT  Reminders appearing in unexpected places…

TToT  Energy available if there is will enough to grab…

TToT  The moment and the opportunity, seen and as yet unseen…

TToT  Vehicles for expression and catharsis….

TToT  Ability to share and be shared….

TToT  Tools for living and coping, tools for growth

TToT   Choice

It’s Six Sentence Story Thursday Link Up!

Writers, writers, writers! Busy this week? Don’t think you have time to join in any writing prompts?? No worries! The Six Sentence Story blog hop is all about brevity. Or not, lol. As the following rules indicate, all you need to do in order to participate, is write 6 sentences using this week’s word prompt. Can be fiction, non-fiction, poem, soc or even a snippet from your latest wip. So, if you’ve a mind, stop back here, at GirlieOnTheEdge, anytime between tonight and next Tuesday night, link up and join in the fun! Hope to see you 🙂

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Come back here on Thursday, link your post…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 🙂

CUE WORD:  SUPPLEMENT

“You don’t really understand an antagonist until you understand why he’s a protagonist in his own version of the world.” ― John Rogers

Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

Good day people! Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge. It is later in the afternoon where I live. You? Hopefully, I’ve caught some of you before bedtime, as I’m sure you’ll want to get a head start on this week’s Six Sentence Story! Whether the weekend is winding down or you have many hours left of this Sunday, enjoy what is left 🙂

New friends? Every Thursday I host the blog hop Six Sentence Stories. If you’ve been wanting to try out a new writing challenge, consider stopping in and posting a story 😀  Rules? Only a few…

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Come back here on Thursday, link your post…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 🙂

CUE WORD SUPPLEMENT

“There’s not much to be said about the period except that most writers don’t reach it soon enough.”
― William Knowlton Zinsser, On Writing Well: The Classic Guide to Writing Nonfiction

Once Upon a Time x Infinity. It’s a 6.

Good evening and welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and my Six Sentence Story.

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The youthful, more in spirit than body, writer whose graying hair held less and less evidence of the honey touched auburn of younger days, had little objection to going on the road.

This was only half surprising and certainly most welcome news for the writer’s youthful, in every way, editor who, only last evening, had sprung the news that the writer’s debut novel had ignited a firestorm of rave reviews and garnered a subsequent slew of requests for “first interview” of the newly minted, literary “it girl“.

Being on the road was not intimidating nor was it off putting to the writer as her entire life might be described as “being on the road”, a perennial search for the destination, the perennial search for the answer, falsely following without fail, self created trails of bread crumbs.

Years would pass, one turning over to the next like the tilling of a fallow and forgotten garden, the idea of it one day coming to fruition satisfaction sufficient to satisfy her until next season or next year, there was little difference.

The architect of the writer’s world, paramour extraordinaire, was usually successful in twisting her perception, creating for her a seductive 3-D reel to reel movie, having an indefinite run because after all, love, they’ll always be tomorrow.

As the shiny black late model Lincoln Town Car drew closer to its destination, the writer felt a need to close her eyes and so she did, daydreaming of goals achieved, reveling in dreams realized, until the Town Car finally stopped in front of a boisterous fan base already gathered along the sidewalk of Rockefeller Center, and there, the driver hurriedly got out to open the door for his passenger who, at first glance appeared to be sleeping…