It’s Six Sentence Story Thursday Link Up!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and another edition of Six Sentence Stories!
Line ’em up – 6. Do we have any mathematicians out there? Anyone into numerology? I just Googled “significance of the number 6”. I like to keep these posts short so all I’ll say is …it’s a good number! Breathed a sigh of relief, lol. If it hadn’t been (a number of good portent), I’d be tappity tap tapping, then rapidly flipping the pencil between my fore and middle fingers, back and forth, back and forth, back and –  wondering what shall I write for today’s intro? But hey, what other affirmation do we need for participating in the
Six Sentence Stories Blog Hop, huh?! So let’s raise our mouses and toast to another fabulous week of writing and reading no more and no less of 6 sentence stories, poetry, musings and more. Cheers! And I’ll meet everyone out on the dance floor 😀

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Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Link the URL to your post via the blue “Click here to enter” button below.
Link is live Wednesday through Saturday night late!
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers  😀


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The object of fiction isn’t grammatical correctness but to make the reader welcome and then tell a story…. Writing is seduction. Good talk is part of seduction.” – Stephen King

It’s Wonderful, Edgy Wonderful

Today I seriously contemplated that maybe I had some grade A form of ADHD of the working adult kind, only without the hyperactivity. I went into work today, Saturday, so that Monday wouldn’t be so screaming busy. Being that the forecast is iffy, I didn’t want to take a chance of going in late Monday because of frozen things falling from the sky and then being caught in a mess o deadlines. The drop dead ones.

Any way, I was paying special attention at how the music in my head was extra hard to stop. Always I have some melody on repeat throughout the day. Sometimes 1 or 2, other times it might be 3 or 4 doing the loopty doo thing in my haid. Lately, it’s been the melody and 1 line from the Ramone’s Pet Semetary. (No. “I don’t want to be buried in a pet cemetary”!)

I had trouble focusing today. The music, from my head, (not a radio or phone), was very distracting. Lately, I’ve been thinking I need to try this meditation thing. For real. Calm the brains – OK, like right there! When I wrote “brains” I immediately thought about the band the Bad Brains.1 Geez, will it ever stop?! Honestly, I hope it never does:)

So what’s we got here tonight? Ah yes. A little Ten Tings of Tankful:

1) My musical “bad brain”. Music never leaves me. It may distract me when it’s playing in my head but otherwise? Lifeblood people. Life. Blood.

2) More followers on Twitter. Even though I don’t know how to “work” the Twitter. I use it to tweet folks blog posts and such. But I don’t understand the process. Really. One day someone should explain it to me:)

3) CyndotaLoca. You all know her as Cynthia Calhoun of Pictimilitude fame. She be a clark of extraordinary proportions. Yes, yes, that is redundant, I know, but she be moving forward. Important for my people. To be mindful of moving forward. Engaging the world….

4. Took a dry run to the new office last Sunday. Only 40 minutes from where I presently live compared to the 1 hr+ I presently drive. I’m mindful that was Sunday traffic, but still. The new commute hopefully will be better shorter.

5) Very thankful we did not get as much snow as the people up North!

6) A little more reading done. I’m about 180 pages into Earth Afire by Orson Scott Card. Gee. At this rate I’ll get through the next 2 books in this trilogy in oh, another 8 months? Thank goodness you can renew books at least 3 times!

7) The BoSR/SBoR. I too (thanks Clark for giving up the Chapter in the Book) will cite Chap. 60 sec 14.5 (2 free Items)

Therefore, I’m allowed to go straight to

10) Another day.

In the spirit of full disclosure (“cuz that’s what I decided 5 minutes ago, that this year was gonna be about“), Johnny M. was in my head today at work too! Why? How? What does it mean? …whoah, wait a darned minute! Who remembers the X-Files episode? It just hit me. It was Home (The Peacocks). Now, instead of thinking of being a kid and hearing it on the radio, I’m thinking of Mulder and Scully and….damn.

1. Spontaneous serendipiocity? Bad Brains was first named Mind Power. They changed the band name to Bad Brains after the Ramone’s song Bad Brain. I never knew that. Until now.

Roll me, dr-edge me, fry me…I be done

…and still, we can be heroes just for one day….D…G…C…D…A…E…D…D…G…

Today I say, “on with the new and out with the old!”   Or should it be “out with the old and in with the new?”  Whatever.  So yesterday was a milestone holiday.  Yes, yes, the “official” start of summer.  Woopdi..doo.  I live in a quaint, little (very) beach town on the east coast of Florida.  It’s been summer for weeks.  We had spectacularly nice weather the entire weekend, which by the way, began on Thursday.

See, it’s a little different here.  For example, in the place I moved from light years ago (and other sane places), Friday is considered the last day of the work week.  Always filled with exuberant anticipation that, at 5:00 pm sharp, the weekend would begin.  The 2 day celebration representing the freedom from one’s occupational obligations whatever they may be.  Here, I call this day Fraturday.  When a great many people decide that they don’t want to/have to work the entire day.  I mean it’s the weekend afterall so we’d better get started on that right away!

While the rest of the folks in all the other “countries”  had a 3 day weekend, here we had a 4 day weekend.  See how it works?  We simply extend the time for holidays and special events.  Why? ‘Cuz we want to.  I mean whose gonna complain, right? LOL  That’s a big LOL my friends.  For all the positives that go with living in Florida there are some mighty, shall we say (I’ll be polite today), messed up things that go on down here.  A thing not easily explained.  One of those “ya got to live here to believe it” kind of things.

Huh, makes me think of Stephen King’s Under the Dome.  Classic King.  The roger that he is, Mr. King takes well over 900 pages to speak of life in a small town that suddenly finds itself cut off from the rest of civilization by a dome of mysterious origins.  No, I didn’t finish the book and at this point, I might as well wait for the TV telling coming next month.

Don’t spoil it for me.  I can pretty much guess the characters who make it out from under that mysterious dome.  Come to think of it, maybe I’ll skip the TV telling and read the book after all.  If history persists, then the book is far better than the upcoming series anyway.

Well, it’s the end of a 4 day weekend.  Lots of work to do so I had better get on with my day.  I’ve found a microscopic tear in my own dome and need to get to work on that.  Before I conclude this ramble-ette, thank you for stopping by today.  I was going to talk about emotional content – what it is, it’s uses (if you are lucky to procure it)  But we all have to begin another cycle in this the second day of “summer’.  Carry on. 

“What? What is it?  What is emotional content?”  That’s a tough one.  And topic for another post.  Yes, yes I am committing myself to writing the next post.  Yes, soon.  No, not weeks from now.  Simply, it (emotional content) is the thing that allows a person to achieve the seemingly impossible.

A table and some tea cups…comfort at the Edge

…didja ever read a post, while the words fell on the page, didja ever have a time, when the music was just right, didja ever want to go to a past the way it was, didja ever think that then coulda been all that it was…. 

I don’t know.  Just feel like listening to this song.  While I write.   Heard it recently in a movie. Can’t seem to remember the movie…. 

Finally saw the Rolling Stones in 1995 on their Bridges to Babylon tour.  Some fine songs on that CD. Voodoo Lounge tour/CD? Can’t really say except that I like this song.  Funny thing about the Stones.  Never a big fan, I had two chances to see them, once back in the ’80’s (I declined) and once in ’93. (couldn’t get time off at my new job)

The song?  Listening beyond the dark overtones, the melody is -simple.  Sweet.  Melodic.  Memories can be like that…didja ever hear the past…(go ahead. hum those opening notes  lol) 

Today’s title?  Sometimes the most simple of objects can project the past as if it were the screen at a drive in movie.  OK, so this Girlie’s gone all mystic, or is that misty, today.  Maybe it’s ‘cuz I finally finished the Stephen King book I was telling you about a coupla posts back.  Time travel.  The write up on the book jacket refers to 11/22/63 as being about – time travel. 

Except it didn’t really touch on any of the expected paradoxes implicit in time travel.  Much to my disappointment.  I don’t know.  Guess I wanted a little more meat on the bone that was this….. love story.  In the end that is what it was.  A love story.  Not a time travel story.  Duh me.  And I call myself a romantic! (If I want time travel, I’d better reach for some old timey sci-fi books residing on my bookshelves)

Rejoice, regret, lament.  Laugh, cry, scream.  Happiness and joy, sadness and loss walk hand in hand in hand.  Throughout each potential timeline that was, that might have  been, that might still be somewhere, that is.  It all survives and sits like a teacup on a table.  …. excuse me, would you pass me the creamer? 


Timelines and phone calls…all part of the Edge

Over the weekend, I had an opportunity to talk to an old friend for a short time on the phone.  Seconds really in the scheme of things.  The miles are very many between us and yet….it was like the time travel stuff in Stephen King’s 2011 novel 11/22/63 when, no matter how long the character spends in 1958,  in present time he’s only gone for 2 minutes.  It was kinda like that.

We talked for about 10 minutes, and yet it might as well have been 10 seconds.  It’s rare but some friendships are like that.  They withstand time, place and events.  A most wonderful gift.  As I was driving home from work last night around 7:30, hoping to catch the end of the New England / Houston game, I happened to look up into the sky.  The moon, suspended like a slate grey Necco wafer, it’s lower circumference a sliver of a white smile, reminded me that “distance” was all in the mind.

It’s good to have reminders of where you “are in life”.  If it’s a good place then it’s important to treasure and nurture all that supports that life, including old friendships.  If the place you find yourself is not where you should be or want to be, then it’s time to “take a stand” (veiled reference to my old friend Don Juan).  Time travel, in this case, is not a practical solution. LOL

For whatever reason, I’ve dubbed today “Take a Stand Tuesday”.  I may not make it to the Edge today, maybe I will.  No, no plans to return to 1958 like Mr. King’s character.  But if I only stand 2 minutes in the place I ought to, that’s OK.  2 minutes in the right place can mean a lifetime somewhere else.

[Last minute pre-publication postscript:  No, this is not a play on the theme of today’s post. I promise!  When I sat down this morning to write this post it really was Tuesday for me.  It felt like Tuesday.  My body convinced my mind that today was, in fact, Tuesday.  So how is it that I found myself one day in the future (if only in my own mind) while the rest of the world was/is here today, Monday?  Could it really be Tuesday and this is my chance to re-write my Monday?  Hm…..better make it count]