Food for thought

A couple of weeks ago, I set myself the goal of posting something here at least once a week. I would have been eating my words had I not remembered in the nick of time.

Todays Prompt from the Daily Post asks “How far would you travel for the best meal of your life?”

Every meal is ‘the best meal of my life’ – though there’s nothing like a mother’s home-cooking and I’d go to the moon and back for my mum to be well enough to cook a family Sunday dinner again. Mmm – that sounds selfish and lazy – I would of course help and wash up after! I’d go to the moon and back however many times it’d take to make my Mum well again even without her cooking!


On a rainy, windy day like today (and generally for circumstances otherwise), the furthest I’m currently travelling for a meal is between the fridge-freezer and the microwave.

I don’t live to eat and I just about manage to eat to live. Although I really should work on improving my diet and making sure I get my five-a-day.

I’ll have to remember that to eat to live, food is fuel – and steer away from the plastic wrapped convenience fillers and go for more of this:


I feel so much better for more raw food in my diet – so it doesn’t necessarily mean more cooking 😉

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Food for thought

Not so prompt…

Yesterday’s Daily Prompt from the Daily Post sets the challenge of naming the 8th deadly sin.

Hit and miss – and being off target…


It has to be setting personal blogging goals, announcing them publically on your blog, then forgetting, letting life carry you away with other things…

  • I set a goal here, last month, to refresh on blogging101 tasks. I got about a quarter of the way through and stalled. Never mind, I hadn’t signed up for class and can just keep going in my own time. Some of those tasks are good to go repeatedly or need regular revisiting anyway…
  • Eight days ago, I decided I would make a post here at least once a week. Then I forgot as the days slipped by. So this post is a day beyond that deadline – but Sunday is a good day for a sinful post, so be it. And writing about the eighth sin on the eight day since last posting and doing so on a Sunday, seems quite appropriate.

On a more positive note, I have kept up for the whole of January with the threewordsaday challenge, making a response post every day so far this year (at Snailzpace Daily). I’d like to think I can manage a whole year with it. I’ve also just taken on the extra challenge of working through past prompts from the beginning of threewordsaday. starting yesterday, with an acrostic poem, LIMITS

I enjoy responding spontaneously to the prompts and I’ve written quite a few poems as a result – just not in my poetry blog – doh! But SnailzpaceDaily is my rough workbook space and many of my responses are just ‘starters’ to go back to. I might start reposting some of my better poems, or those I rework, to my poetry blog and start reviving there soon. Occasionally, I manage a short paragraph of fiction or creative writing I always intend to go back to and write on.

Actually, I’ve a lot of started things I mean to go back to, but never finish yet … so maybe that’s the ninth sin …starting things and leaving them unfinished…

Hoping I’m not guilty of the first seven deadly sins, hopefully I’ll not go to the hell for the eighth and ninth!

Do either my 8th or 9th sin fit for the cardinal sin of ‘sloth’? If so, I maybe have more to worry about than I first assumed!

How about you?  What would you list as the eighth (and ninth) sin? – assuming you’re free of the first seven, but must have one or two minor sins you need to confess?



Not so prompt…

BUW101- Ass05-1- be brief (Part 2)

Today’s assignment twist is to write in as few words as possible, the prompt being to imagine stumbling across a letter on the path, reading it and being deeply affected. 

I didn’t have a word count in mind when I started and just wrote in response to the prompt, trying to keep my writing concise. Now I’ve slept, I’ve decided to look at it again and whittle it down to shorter writing as if there were a word limit to work to. I sometimes do this to enter flash fiction challenges at using only 100 to 110 words to tell a whole story. I’ve only been prcatising flash fiction for a few weeks but there are some fantastic regular writers enter and some of the stories are incredibly powerful and effective with so few words.

My original off the cuff response here produced writing of 277 words.

Version 2:

I was waiting for a bus. It was early morning and I had been delayed. I would be late for my appointment so was writing email on my phone. Lots of people passed on their way to work or to take kids to school.

A crowd passed and a falling page caught my eye, but I hadn’t noticed who had dropped it. It was a letter addressed to ‘My Love’. I intended to shout that I’d found it but the words caught my eye and left me stunned. I don’t wish to repeat them, such deeply personal and disturbing words.

I considered chasing after them but they were disappearing out of sight. I was already late and my bus arrived. The lady sitting behind me on the bus had been in the queue and seen. She wanted to read the letter and was quite stroppy when I refused.

After my appointment I bought envelopes and a stamp, placed the page inside, copied the adress to the envelope and enclosed a brief note to explain. I was relieved there’d been an address on that page to post it back to the writer. I’m not sure if they were intending sending it themselves but at least they would have it returned.

(210 words)

So, the cut-down version is less, but if I had a word limit of around 100 to 110 words, I’ve use twice as many words as my limit. Could I still tell the story in less words?

Version 3

While waiting for the bus a crowd passed. A falling page caught my eye, but fallen from whom? I picked it up to see a letter addressed to ‘My Love’. They were too far away to chase after them to return it. I will never repeat those very deep personal words. Reading it disturbed me. My bus arrived and I went on with my journey. Another lady had seen and wanted to read it but I refused. After my appointment I made sure to post the letter to its writer, glad for the address to be able to do so. I hoped they would be glad too for its safe return. (111 words)

If this were a challenge response with a strict word limit of 110 words, I’d still have one word too many. Which word would you leave out? As a reader, which version of this story did you prefer to read and why?

BUW101- Ass05-1- be brief (Part 2)