When was the last time you were ready to throw in the proverbial towel? Did you end up letting go, or decided to fight on anyway?
I choose not to run
Stay on and endure
The hardships, and the slights
Please God, let me be strong
Brave the hammers to my heart
I don’t want to let go
I will last
Daily Prompt: Writing Space
Where do you produce your best writing — at your desk, on your phone, at a noisy cafe? Tell us how the environment affects tour creativity.
I like to have my own space, where I can sit and think. If I don’t get time to myself, I do become cranky and irritable. It won’t show on the outside, because I am a polite person, but it’s how I feel inside me.
I think alone time is necessary to recoup one’s energy. Constant noise makes one more tired.
The noise hammers my head. Probably I am used to being alone from my childhood days. As a child I was on my own most of the time.
After getting married I have spent more time alone. My husband was in the Army. Military exercises went on the whole year round, and my husband would be away. The children came. Once they grew up they had their own pursuits. I like my own alone time, but I have come across some wives who are totally unhappy. Their constant refrain is, that they are bored.
I can’t think when there is noise around me. I feel someone is hammering my head. I feel suffocated, and I can’t focus on the work in hand.
I can take noise in small dozes only. In gatherings which go on for an indefinite period I tend to slip away after a period of two to three hours.
My retreat is my room, a Heaven for me.
Daily Prompt: Binding Judgment
Does it ever make sense to judge a book by its cover — literally or metaphorically? Tell us about a time you did, and whether that was a good decision or not.
I never choose a book by it’s cover only. I look at the review, or it’s a best seller, or someone recommended it. Though some one else likening may not be the same as mine. It does cause disappointment.
When choosing I look at the fly leaf to gauge what is the story. After that, I quickly glance through various pages. If I find it interesting, I take it.
I have read all the great classics, back when I was teenager. Now I go for light fiction. I can’t take the ups and downs in serious books. I avoid murder stories, thrillers and biographies.
My first consideration is large print. I am disappointed, when the book I want to read, is in small print.
Once I start reading, I can’t tear myself away from it. I race through it, to find what happened next.
The next keeps me glued to the book. My eyes complain of the strain, I am putting them through. My neck gets tired, my back bone aches, my hands and feet go numb, and my eyes get blurred. I need to go to the toilet, but I keep on hanging there, as to what happened next.I keep on ignoring, but don’t stop reading.
It’s dreadful I know. Books should be read slowly. One should savor, and enjoy the writing.
The end result is, though I read quite a number of books, I forget the contents. I read a book so rapidly, racing to the end, that I forget what was written.
Reading a book transport me into the story. If it’s a sad one, it literally hammers my heart to pieces. Tears fall, and my face hangs with sadness, etched on it.
If it’s filled with humor, I am smiling and laughing. Sometimes the characters are so dumb, I feel like kicking them…… Ouch! Their decisions make me so annoyed with them.
There is another bad habit, I sneak to the end to see that all is well, with the hero and heroine. My heart can’t bear the suspense. I wish I could change myself.
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Which Books I Like
Flowers and Breezes 