Money

“Money is power, freedom, a cushion, the root of all evil; the sum of blessings.” – Carl Sandburg

This happens every time I take on something that stretches my commitment, abilities, and constrains my time. I try to escape, discover avoidance behaviors, and, oh yes, procrastinate. Probably why my situation is such as it is, but we will not go there. No, we are in the second day in my 2020 – 365 Creativity Project, and I found I have no subject on which to write.

The above quote appears in something I am reading, and I turned on Money by Pink Floyd. An inkling of an idea had taken flame, and it was running through the undergrowth. I have been blest with fortunate times in life and less affluent times. I have learned lessons at both extremes. Some were execrable others were glorious.

I think I am going to create a little fable. Hang on, I am more than a poet. Yeah, I know you are shaking your head. Or maybe you can suspend disbelief… thank you.

 

What the Lottery Wrought

Pepper never bought lottery tickets. Her family had awful attitudes around the whole process. Several of them held the opinion that people who played lotto paid the stupid tax.

One day the Mega Millions payout reached $330,000,000. Pepper looked at the money in her checking account, the cash in her wallet, the groceries in the larder, and decided she could buy one ticket without risking total disaster. She had lived there before and had zero desire to circle in that sesspool again.

The store she drove to in her sweltering car had its past winners posted on the window beside the door, shadowed by the metal security bars. She went in, requested a ticket from the gentleman who spoke heavily accented English, and he handed her the machine-generated printout with a wide sparkling smile and the genuine seeming, “Best of luck, big-time winner.” She grinned and said, “Thank you so much, have a great afternoon.”

She drove back to the woods and the trailer, she allowed no one to visit. She put the ticket on the table, and all afternoon and evening she kept walking by and saying fervent prayers that something could change, something good, something lucky. Could luck happen? It would be a first, but lightning did strike on occasion.

When the numbers were pulled on television, she watched the small set with her tongue stuck between her teeth, her nerves itching over her arms, legs, torso, and unmentionable places. As each number matched, she stood and began bouncing up and down and pumping her fists in the air.

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Yeah, now this is off the top of my head, I have no idea how to continue. I have to figure it out. So, we will see what becomes of this in another entry. I mean, if you want.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Bucket and Grass

A Beginning, Maybe, But Oh My

Please understand this is a hypothetical. Creative, original imaginary fiction, but well informed by years of interaction. I did it by hand in my journal, and it needs a continuance, possibly. I am not sure why my hand has gotten a bit spidery, but I am working to get it back better. I am a bit surprised at how the story developed. It is the fruit of one of my all-nighters, with Queen on the stereo, and taking off from a few sources.

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Bet you did not see that one coming. I hope you enjoyed it. I never really know whether anything I do is worthwhile, but I think I might have captured a bit of the tension that arises at times.

Under the MENU button, you will find the follow button. I thank you for sharing your time with me. I hope you will visit again.

Bless you and yours. Try to remember the whole of our existence is about love. Be the love you want to see in the world.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Sunday, August 4, 2019

The Question IS The Answer

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We each have secrets, stories we rarely share. Those things can prompt us to tears, or elicit smiles, upon a sight, sound, smell, taste, or touch. Some we hide because the pain is more than we can deal with comfortably, or because the pleasure is too precious to allow others.

These experiences, the answers to the questions why we are ourselves, are rich fodder for creativity. Sometimes we bury things under thick blankets of forgetfulness in our minds. If we dare to exhume the flesh and bones entombed, sometimes stories, paintings, essays, memoirs, tragedies, comedies, romantic novels can result. What are our secrets, but mysteries and thrillers that deserve a telling?

Did we act out once too often and alienate our best friend? Did we move to a new town, and never get over the home we left behind? Did we think about dying, or try our hand at suicide? Did we fall in love and learn our darling was not the person we adored? Did we want to travel, only to be stuck in our morning commute? Did the job we thought would solve all our problems become a nightmare with no escape? Did someone leave us desolate and alone? What about the dream that was better than we imagined? Who was that person we glimpsed, then met years later and became lovers? How is it we all have cell phones and are always connected, but we have lost touch with ourselves?

That was just brainstorming. What if? Why? When? How? Who? What? Where? Those are simple, but questions are best friends with creativity. Watch a toddler who is trying to understand the world. Questions are continuously on his or her tongue. Parents often wish they could shut down the constant curiosity, but we need to find it in our creative lives. We need to discover engrossing questions and create whatever may be our answer.

The question is the seed, germ, reason for bringing imagination to life. Maybe we are at work, and we wonder why things are always done a certain way, a change, a solution, could positively impact, maybe revolutionize our company. The most significant way to innovate, build resolutions, is the use of creativity after examining problems through extraordinary questions.

As a prompt: Take one of the mentioned questions or create your own and give life to your answer in whatever media you wish.

Thank you for sharing your day here on Haphazard Creative. I hope you will either click the button to follow the site or come here again soon. If you have comments or criticism, feel free to share in the comment section. As always, keep creating, and make your day the best you can. God Bless You!

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

That moment… Otherwise Entertained

She remembers that day with Tony and Kelvin and the rest of the guys there; handbooks, guides, dice, scattered about the floor. The mood as always was boisterous, and the room needed soundproofing though it contained less than a dozen humans. Maybe it was too small a space to hold so much teenage energy. The furniture did not dampen the raucous, there was no way it could absorb everything going on.

She and Tony had been attending these game nights for weeks, Dungeons & Dragons had become Morgan’s favorite escape, from things she wished to leave unrecognized, ignored. Life was not following her plan, and she wondered why she had given up the promise of college for marriage in disarray. Why did she ruin the last tatters of her reputation by making all the kids at school think she was pregnant because she got married at sixteen? Now, the fairytale had become an unbearable cautionary story that seemed destined to end in tragedy.

She looked up from her Player’s Handbook, her eyes were drawn by the feeling she was being watched. Sitting across from her, less than ten feet away, Kelvin’s eyes met hers, and he gave her a rapscallion grin. She lowered her eyes to the book and fumbled with her dice, but she could feel the blush disclose her captivation. She had never been an elusive tome, always a book of unsecured pages, open to the observant. She glanced back at him, and Kelvin smiled as if he knew more than he rightfully should.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Wednesday, July 18, 2018

There are already twenty-three chapters to this novel. This just seems to go near the beginning.

A Horse Called Crazy

 

Carousel HorsesThe ancient horse never felt so alone. Crazy remembered, so many years ago the tree that bore him stood among siblings in a dense grove watered by a giggling stream and prickles of incessant rain. He recalled coming alive as a sapling wisp after a voracious rushing wildfire, which only a select few elders survived. Those resilient old ones whispered the secrets of existence, history, life to the youngsters who would carry on.

 

This is a story start I may work on later. It is something I created days ago in my “Brain Dump Notebook.” I am feeling very unsure of my ability to create right now. Maybe later, I will find the strength to move forward.

I always say when you think your life is worthless, make a gratitude list, so here we go, please understand I feel very little ability to write anything. Valentine’s Day without my Mom was killer. Knowing I will lose my dog soon, is killer.

I am grateful:

  1.   I have this website where I can open my heart and know, no matter what, it is okay because it is mine.
  2.   I have a best friend who has to be one of the best people who have ever, now, and will ever live.
  3.   I made it to church, and even though I got really panicky, I stayed. 
  4.   I have a little copy editing work to do.
  5.   I am reading a couple of outstanding books.
  6.   Most people can understand, when you make a negative assertion, your whole attitude is not negative. Only your outlook on that thing is giving you trouble.
  7.   Homemade food at church is delicious.
  8.   The bill I was sent was a mistake. God fixed it.
  9.   I am trying to convince myself I can use a nice notebook. I have beautiful notebooks and journals, even Moleskine. The thing is, what if I make a mistake?
  10.  All mistakes are not detrimental, some become lovely creations. I have had this happen, often.

Okay, see, I got through that. Granted it is not a panacea, but it helped.

A struggle I am working on is sugar. On December 6, 2013, I weighed over 200 pounds. I walked it off and managed potions. Notice I did not say I changed my diet. The last few months sugar has become a monster again. I am still within my safe range, 135 to 140 pounds, but I am on the high end. So, I am eating up what is left of the ton of sugary treats I have accumulated, and I am trying not to replenish them. This is harder than you probably imagine. The photo is before and after, and since then I changed my hair even more.

Before and After

This entry is all over the place. I am too, like a super bouncing ball. Deal; deal; life goes on and is not done until there is no more.

You may hide it exceedingly well, but there is a good chance there are things that are preying on your peace of mind. As a prompt, let yourself express those killer thoughts in written form. Once they are there, and you can accept them as real and confront them, maybe as monsters, but also as manageable concepts that you can write around, explore, and possibly dismantle, try to put them aside and if only, for now, be loose from their grip on your psyche.

I cannot express how much I needed just to write. I hope I have dissuaded no one from coming here. You had to know by now, that there is an element of the deranged in my makeup. Wildly creative people are often a bit mental. I could go into clinical details, but I will not. I was honest, I think most of you expect that of me. Even when I know it is difficult, I am faithful to who and what I am.

Thank you for visiting Haphazard Creative. I shall make an effort to comport myself with more dignity next time. If you wish to follow, there is a button. Otherwise, I hope you will come back soon. I am working on moving Chronicles under this domain so there will be much more material here to dig into. That blog goes back to 2005 when I began on MSN Spaces. It ported to WordPress, and I made that home.

There is a lot in life that can discombobulate a person, maintain yourself best you can by any means necessary that does no harm to others. You are a creative individual of such magnificent uniqueness that in no time or place have you, or will you, be replicated. You have gifts, talents, and abilities that are ideally suited for use in this exact period of history. Do not squander them by letting yourself be convinced that you are any less than a superhuman. God made you, and last I checked, God never made a mistake. Yeah, and I could really do with having this recorded and played on a continuous loop. LOL!

Be careful out there, my friends. Be aware, be watchful, and by all means stay safe. God Bless and Keep You, Everyday, Everyway, Always and Forever.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan