Being with Nature Daily Prompt

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The Daily Prompttoday was about nature. When you were first out in it were you awestruck? Or not impressed at all? Do you prefer city life or the natural one?

 

 

I have always liked the outdoors myself. When I was younger I was always out doing horseback riding,swimming,or camping. That all lasted until I was 23. After that I was more of an occassional camper. I have found that I like the convience of indoor plumbing and access to a full working kitchen since then.

 

I personally would love to live out in the countryside somewhere have a horse ranch and just live the good life. However money is the issue to all of this happening. So until I hit the lottery or start my own business I am stuck in a city in an apartment. I like the places to go in the city i.e. to shoppping or the movies but I would gladly give that up for the countryside and the horse ranch.

 

But until that happens I can write and dream about it. You don’t always realize that you have it made as a kid. I truly enjoyed my time as a child learning to ride and teaching others how to. I would enjoy immenesely doing so again. But I have to be practical here. Unless I get several sponsers here it probably won’t happen as I don’t have the money to fund it myself.

 

I was awe struck by nature as a child. It was so big and there was so much to see and do. It still feels me with a sense of wonder and a childlike excitement. I love the woods and would gladly stay there surrounded by the cool,shady trees. As long as a bathroom and food was nearby it would be a grand time. I like hiking gentle trails which translates to mostly straight these days. I like to listen to the birds and small animals running around. I love to look up at the moon and the stars and to realize that we are really small compared to other things in the universe.

 

I don’t mind that at all. I fully expect that there will always be bigger things than I am. I acccept that fully. Sometimes being small is not as important as what you do with your small life. Go out there and make a difference. Have fun in nature. Laugh.Play.Take your time and simply enjoy it. It won’t be around forever you know. Enjoy it while it lasts. Man is killing it off at a rapid rate. Soon it will be gone and we will mourn the loss of it. It will take all the last of the real “wildlife” with it when it goes. Try to nurture it. Protect it fiercely. For if it goes how long will we as a species last?

 

Lady Soket

“Co-exist with nature. Quit destroying it or we will go next.”

 

 

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2013July Camp NanoWrimo Session   I have decided on my

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2013July Camp NanoWrimo Session

 

 

 

I have decided on my Camp Nano project forJuly. It’s going to be 25k words and an adventure journal. I have not decided on the character’s name although I know she will be female. She might be of another race as it is a fantasy novel. I simply love doing those.

 

I thought I would give myself a little break from the 30k limit I set myself in April. I might write over the 25k limit I have set myself or not. Only time will tell. I requested some campers already and this time I hope I get them. Still have to wait and see on that issue. I hope we get some more active campers this go round. We had three that did not even bother to write anything at all. Very disappointing I must say.

 

Mainly though I have cut down my word count as I want to help Jamie with his game. I plan to work insome little bits for his world building that he is doing. Hopefully some of it will be of help.

 

Other than that I am working on some writing and hoping to have a string of stories for you all to read as July progresses. Again it’s just a matter of waiting for Monday as far as Camp Nano goes. Who else is ready to romp, stomp your word count flat and have a blast? I know I am. I also will proudly admit to being a “pantser” one who does not plan out a novel as compared to a “planner” one who outlines and then writes. Sometimes this gets me jammed up and sometimes it really is freeing. I just let my fingers go and see what comes out on the screen. It might take me a little longer to write stuff up but I don’t mind that usually unless my msworks eats my novel. It actually did that at the start of April’s session. But crap happens we pick ourselves up and go onward. So get those fingers limbered up and get to writing. And don’t give up. You all can do this. I have great faith in us all. and Go Team Pantser on Twitter. Smiles.

 

Lady Soket

“If you run away now I just might let you live. Ready.Set.Go.”

 

 

Daily Prompt:We Can Be Taught   I remember this as

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Daily Prompt:We Can Be Taught

 

 

 

I remember this as if it happened yesterday although in truth it happened over thirty years ago now. It was in the summer time. I was ten years old. I weighted quite literally back then 98 pounds soaking wet. I was knobby kneed and thin. I wore mostly t-shirts and either jean shorts or pants. I was always running around in my white Reeboks.

 

I had a Shetland pony that I got from my uncle George. She was what they called a “clouded” palamino. Now for those of you that want to know I learned to ride when I was five years old. And she was the little mare I got to pick out for myself. Now we had a fenced in arena and I rode in it almost all the time. But on this particular day I wanted to ride in the big pasture. I was given permission to do so. I went through the gate and closed it behind me mounted just like I had when taking the horses to be let out. So I turned Goldie around and she started to amble off. Now normally she was a placid little mare. But that day something got her really upset.

 

I don’t know if it was being out in the big pasture. But she took off like a shot from an arrow stright towards the pond about three fourths of the way across the pasture. Now at first I didn’t panic. I simply pulled back on the reins firmly and said,”Whoa,girl. Take it easy.” But this time she did not heed me. So off she went with me yelling “whoa” and pulling back firmly on the reins. She did not stop.

 

It was at this moment I had a clear thought. She isn’t going to stop. Since the reins weren’t working I threw them down and held onto her neck flattening myself against her. She put on more speed and swerved into a pile of loose boards. I was airborne and landed in the pile of boards hard. Luckily I did not land with one with a nail facing upward. My glasses went one way and I went another. I remember hitting the ground hard and getting the wind knocked out of me. I remember I laid there and didn’t move until someone came and helped me up. They found my glasses unshattered thank the Gods and I put them back on. Someone went and got Goldie. Legs shaking I remounted and rode her for another hour still back in the fenced in arena. She simply acted as if nothing had happened at all. For that hour afterwards she was the “perfect” pony. She obeyed commands. She trotted. She cantered. She walked. After that hour I got off her and she was made to wear all her tack for a full week afterward. It was her punishment for throwing me. The lesson I learned was this: Sometimes Life takes the bit in it’s teeth and you just have to go along and wait until it stops to regain your bearings.

 

Sometimes life can through for a loop. You just have to do what I did that day. Get back on the Horse and ride on.

 

Lady Soket

 

 

Four Days Until Camp Nano Again

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Four days until the July session of Camp Nanowrimo begin. I have no freaking clue what I am going to write about this session. I do know that my word count goal will be 30,000 once again. Other than that no frigging clue. Not that this is unusual in any way shape or form for me. Normally I do not know what I am going to write for several days beforehand and then my muse wallops me upside the head with an idea and says,”This month we are going to write about this….” and whatever topic she says to write about I do as she is normally PMSing and cranky without her chocolate and her caffinated rush.

 

Oh, and by the way did I mention that I am attempting to cut down on sugar and soft drinks once more? Shakes head in sheer disgust at self. You need soda and chocolate lots of chocolate I hear my muse screaming at me in THX Surround sound. So, yeah, July is going to be interesting and what’s that? turns head at a suddden noise….GET CHOCOLATE RIGHT NOW!

 

Stuff it muse. Your not on the job yet. Oh and i did mention that I have three days to come up with a character for my Sunday DnD game I am going to? Oh, and there is still this stupid lay off. Luckily I am in the process of doing some laundry while Jamie is off to Gaming Underground scouting out a 2nd edition game tonight. So we may be going to more than one game in the next few weeks.

 

not to mention 30,000 words. I know if you break it down it’s only 1,000 words a day. I normally write between 2k-5k a day if I really get going. I will just have to see how it ggoes. All donations of chocolate gladly accepted. I have switched to a sugar substitute so it is not all bad. I started gradually weaning myself off the sugar a few months back. I will have to see what twisted tale my corrupt little mind comes up with next. Hold onto the “Oh,Shit” handle Readers. To quote the immortal Bette Davies,”It’s going to be a bumpy night.” If I am not mistaken that’s from All About Eve.

 

Lady Soket

“Now get me coffee and something deep fried and covered in chocolate.”

Daily Prompt:Art      Well on the subject of art when

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Daily Prompt:Art

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well on the subject of art when I was younger I liked Remington. All the western paintings. I enjoyed sculptures. Rodin’s The Thinker. Van Gogh’s “Starry Night.” I remember seeing those and liking them all.

 

One of my favorite sculptures is called “Wild Mustangs” at UTA in Austin, Tx. I enjoyed the flow of that piece quite a lot. As to other works of art I like things I can touch and feel these days. I used to do soft chalk drawings of mythical creatures. I wish I could still see to do them.

LS

“Do what feels right to you. In the end you have to live with yourself most of all.”

Gaming Night Session 2   In which I play Criket

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Gaming Night Session 2

 

 

 

In which I play Criket the noisy halflingsorcerer. Tonight was a lot more fun than the session two weeks ago. I suppose as I go along 4th edition combat rules and actions will get easier to understand and translate. I am looking forward to making up my blackguard paladin though. I have to flesh out her background a bit more but it should be easily to do once I get all of her stats and powers down. It will be more fun to play an orginal character that I have created than a pre generated character that someone else has created. But I won’t get to play her until the DM approves her. So I have to do some reading and choose powers,feats,skills,encounter powers,at will powers,etc. It will take some doing but will be more fun in the fun. The group seemed to relax a little bit more around us as the newbies to the group and as time goes on and we go more regularly that should be the case. They are still more combat oriented than I like but I ammore of a “storyteller” than a “hack and slash” DM myself. We will see how it all plays out. We are thinking of going to another group as well and even starting up a 2nd edition DND game on Saturdays from five pm. to nine pm. We will have to seee if we get some more players.

 

And that’s not counting Camp Nano that is starting again in four days. I still have to come up with some good ideas for that as well. I am going to try to be in that this month coming up as well. Still waiting to hear back on some job apps as well. So another full and busy week from today Thursday June 27th onward. Things have passed so quickly today that I forgot to even wish my MoM a happy birthday yesterday. She would have been 62 if she was still alive. Love you Mom. Hope you are doing well wherever you are.

 

With that said signing off for now gentle Readers.

Lady Soket

“Remember-Give me chocolate and I will let you live to be my pet.”

This is Dark Moon part 3. This if

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This is Dark Moon part 3. This if the final transformationscene. I hope you enjoy it. I will be putting up parts 1 and 2 as I get them edited. Enjoy.

 

 

 

Dark Moon Part 3
By Kim Robinson

You can not believe this is happening. You are talking to a dragon. A dragon for God’s sake. It is simply too much. Your mind reels as you attempt to rise to your feet once more. You need a doctor. Any doctor will do. This is utterly impossible. You know it. And It knows it too. You roll your head so you can look at the huge, shadowy form from out of your left eye. It is still there. “Impossible.” You mutter to yourself. Why couldn’t you have been accosted by a poodle? Those you can simply yell at and they will go away. Why a dragon? What unlucky star had you been born under to deserve such a fate? You ponder this looking up at the huge form.

“A very lucky one, little mortal man.” The dragon’s voice is low and cryptic. You sense a sadness about it as if it was musing quietly to itself and was not aware of having spoken aloud to you. That is odd and makes you pause from your attempt to rise. What was it about the beast that made it seem so lost? You shake your head in denial. Not your problem you remind yourself firmly. Your only job is to get the hell out of here, back to your car, and floor it. Not to stand there and wonder why the dragon is sad. You really must be losing it. You stagger to your feet and lurch sideways. Your legs fail you once more and you drop painfully to your knees in the leaves and soft dirt. Shaking you look upwards at the dragon. “Well. Get it over with.” You girt out clenching your teeth.

“Get it over with? My dear mangling I have not even begun to have fun.” The dragon looks over at you. “It is nice to have a fresh view of things. It makes it so much more entertaining.” It gives out a large snort. White vapors start to fill the clearing.

What was it up to now? You look around worriedly. Tendrils of misty fog seem to stretch all around you. Why could it not be happy simply talking to you? Why all of this special effects stuff? Warily you raise a hand and bat some of the tendrils away. They cling to your fingertips and then dissipate. Odd. And very cold. You look at your hand and gasp in horror. The back of your hand is growing scales. “No. This can not be happening. Not to me.” You grasp your left hand with your right hand and notice that it too is gradually growing scales. You stare at your hands transfixed. Why does it want to make you a beast like itself? Is this some cruel jest? You turn your head and stare accusingly at the black dragon. “This is all your fault.” You state the truth flatly.

“Yes. Yes it is. And for this wondrous gift I get anger and wrath. So be it. I can deal with both.” It closes it’s left eye and winks at you slowly enjoying it’s own private jest.

You groan and put your head in your hands. It is then that you feel the budding horns rising out of your short hair. As you touch them they grow even longer and spiral upwards. They grow sharp and serrated at the tips. And your forehead bulges outward and your eyes grow larger. Your eyelashes recede as do your eyebrows. Your skin begins to darken. First to a dull charcoal gray then to a dark, matte black and then finally to a shiny jet black. You stare at the new shining scales in horror. You hit one of them. It gives back a clear, chiming bell like tone. It is hard to the touch and slightly flexible. Like chain mail

You scream out in pain as your shoulder blades form into long thin wings. They are roughly two thirds of your emerging bodily length. Your spine flexes and becomes more supple. It stretches and bends as your ribcage expands. Your pelvic bones shift and get heavier and larger. You groan as you feel them expand and close your large violet eyes. Your shaft and sac get longer and heavier as well. You groan in pleasure as this happens. At least the dragon is not unmanning you as it changes you. That is a relief. Your feet burst out of your hiking  sneakers and they fall in tatters to the soft ground. Your legs bulge and ripple like water as they change and outgrow your snug pants. The loud ripping sound they make sounds just like the rip cord on a deploying parachute to your now keen hearing. Your ears migrate to the sides of your head and become both fluted and shell like. They are now flat to your head and you are shocked to be able to hear even the smallest bugs beneath your massive body scurrying about. You flap your wet wings slowly. Your belly grows larger and the skin taunt over the rest of your massive frame. You look at your forelimbs and then swivel your head around to watch in bemusement as your tail emerges from behind yourself and curls like a cat’s around your forelimbs. The spiked spines all along your backbone glitter like diamond shards. You rustle them lightly and listen to them chime softly together. You dig your talons into the soft dirt reflexively. You slit your violet eyes and look at the other dragon lying across from you. “And now I suppose you will show me how much fun it is to be a dragon?” you ask eyeing the other dragon.

“As you have not died from the transformation yes. I can show you many things.” The dragon rose and shook itself all over like a cat shedding water. “If you choose to follow me.” It looked at you coolly. “I expect obedience. I will trust you until you betray me. Then all bets are off. Agreed?” It looks at you amused. “By the way my name is Berylstanstyx. And I am female. Not male.” She spread her glorious wings and lightly lifted off of the ground. She spiraled up into the ebony sky drifting light as a feather across the full moon.

You watch her go. “What the hell? What have I got to lose? It might even be fun.” You flap your wings ungracefully and launch yourself skyward. The immense power that you feel as you take to the sky is glorious. You never want this feeling to end. So what if it is a curse? You can live with it. You narrow your violet eyes and pursue your new teacher. Time to learn new things. To be something new. To let go of your past and all the pain that goes along with it. You open your mouth and give out a full throated roar of enjoyment. Time to be a dragon.