I showed my husband the photo of your room and he said, “Looks like my study.” 😂 I’m so intrigued by your invitation to finish the story! If I don’t do it or finish it, it will be the fault of my two companions, sloth and procrastination 😂
Oh that will be my resolution too, Ann! I will make that resolution right now, and get busy with all my dreaded tasks instead of internet and Substack fun. And of course, please don’t take time to reply to this comment!!! 😂 I support you in your resolution!
Oh dear Ann, I didn’t limit my Substack time. 🤦♀️😅 I started finishing your story but I normally write poetry, not short stories, and my prose here sounds to me like I’m writing a children’s book. I’m embarrassed. I need to take a fiction writing course. Anyway here’s my effort below. No need to even read, just wanted you to know you sparked some creativity. I appreciate that, many thanks!
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Yes, one day soon, ideas and innovations would fail to show up in a last minute in her lifetime of last minutes.
Sloth was energetic in showing up for her. Sloth always showed up for her until her last minute bursts of productivity.
Angelina was in the middle of planning her next big idea. It was taking form in her brain on this day as she left her volunteer job, rushing to the bus which would take her to the subway and finally, home… where she could twirl like the wannabe good fairy she was as she planned her next big thing.
She had decided to put on an extravagant Christmas concert in the housing project. She would invite everyone she knew to the singing, a concert put on by the children she tutored there.
Six songs, she decided. The kids could learn six songs. She would put up fliers the next day, and would inform the children of her plan then.
Flinging her coat on the floor, she sat down at her Steinway and started picking songs from a music book, to accompany the kids‘ singing.
She didn’t want to check with parents or anyone else at the housing project as to whether her idea was okay with them. SHE knew what was best for these poor kids, she felt in her bones.
Her bones, which were delicate and patrician, she imagined. Life favored her, she also imagined, so she would help others less fortunate with her beneficent favors, she thought.
Little did she know how others perceived her or her favors. But she would find out in a clashing of cacophanies.
Hmm.. your question is such an astute observation of a contradiction to which I was totally blind, Ann! So now my dilemma is, how to set her up for the last minute burst of ideas and innovations, yet while she procrastinates slothfully until then?!!! (I should know the answer to this because this is an autobiographical trait of my own too often 😢😂) Maybe I’ll have her lazily assign the initial planning to her husband or daughter which I too often do 😃 Thanks for the creative joy and fun!
I know you’re busy before Christmas, Ann! To be continued after Christmas; it would be fun for me to write this with Alicia. I’ll ask her when she wakes up; she’s still in bed (not slothfully!) thank you for the creativity I haven’t felt in a long time 😇
Now Alicia’s at her favorite coffee shop, but when she gets home I need her to show me how to become a paid subscriber, you’re so wonderful! My tech abilities are zero. Alicia does everything tech in any way, for me 🤦♀️😅
Thank you, Ann!! She is the best daughter I could have asked for🥰 This morning she was so sad for someone else’s problem… she’s so very empathetic yet bouncy and positive and etc etc etc 🥰😊
I showed my husband the photo of your room and he said, “Looks like my study.” 😂 I’m so intrigued by your invitation to finish the story! If I don’t do it or finish it, it will be the fault of my two companions, sloth and procrastination 😂
New Years resolution. Limit substack time and don't start until your work is done.
I think that may need to be my December 19 resolution.
Oh that will be my resolution too, Ann! I will make that resolution right now, and get busy with all my dreaded tasks instead of internet and Substack fun. And of course, please don’t take time to reply to this comment!!! 😂 I support you in your resolution!
Oh dear Ann, I didn’t limit my Substack time. 🤦♀️😅 I started finishing your story but I normally write poetry, not short stories, and my prose here sounds to me like I’m writing a children’s book. I’m embarrassed. I need to take a fiction writing course. Anyway here’s my effort below. No need to even read, just wanted you to know you sparked some creativity. I appreciate that, many thanks!
_______________
Yes, one day soon, ideas and innovations would fail to show up in a last minute in her lifetime of last minutes.
Sloth was energetic in showing up for her. Sloth always showed up for her until her last minute bursts of productivity.
Angelina was in the middle of planning her next big idea. It was taking form in her brain on this day as she left her volunteer job, rushing to the bus which would take her to the subway and finally, home… where she could twirl like the wannabe good fairy she was as she planned her next big thing.
She had decided to put on an extravagant Christmas concert in the housing project. She would invite everyone she knew to the singing, a concert put on by the children she tutored there.
Six songs, she decided. The kids could learn six songs. She would put up fliers the next day, and would inform the children of her plan then.
Flinging her coat on the floor, she sat down at her Steinway and started picking songs from a music book, to accompany the kids‘ singing.
She didn’t want to check with parents or anyone else at the housing project as to whether her idea was okay with them. SHE knew what was best for these poor kids, she felt in her bones.
Her bones, which were delicate and patrician, she imagined. Life favored her, she also imagined, so she would help others less fortunate with her beneficent favors, she thought.
Little did she know how others perceived her or her favors. But she would find out in a clashing of cacophanies.
I know the siren call of an unwritten but lively piece also. I also write poetry so I appreciate your style. It actually fits her persona quite well.
"delicate and patrician bones" Wonderful!
But the story is not over!? TBC To Be Continued? How was such energy sloth and procrastination? What was she avoiding?
By all means wait til after Christmas, that wonderful peaceful week.
Wow you are a wonderful feedbacker!!! Thank you so much. I will absorb your wonderful feedback and hopefully finish the story 😊
Hmm.. your question is such an astute observation of a contradiction to which I was totally blind, Ann! So now my dilemma is, how to set her up for the last minute burst of ideas and innovations, yet while she procrastinates slothfully until then?!!! (I should know the answer to this because this is an autobiographical trait of my own too often 😢😂) Maybe I’ll have her lazily assign the initial planning to her husband or daughter which I too often do 😃 Thanks for the creative joy and fun!
I know you’re busy before Christmas, Ann! To be continued after Christmas; it would be fun for me to write this with Alicia. I’ll ask her when she wakes up; she’s still in bed (not slothfully!) thank you for the creativity I haven’t felt in a long time 😇
Now Alicia’s at her favorite coffee shop, but when she gets home I need her to show me how to become a paid subscriber, you’re so wonderful! My tech abilities are zero. Alicia does everything tech in any way, for me 🤦♀️😅
My goodness you will be my second pledged subscriber! Thank you1
I know Alicia through Substack. Please tell her Hi, and Merry Christmas to you both!
Thank you, Ann!! She is the best daughter I could have asked for🥰 This morning she was so sad for someone else’s problem… she’s so very empathetic yet bouncy and positive and etc etc etc 🥰😊
You spark others’ creativity! Lyle McKeany has that effect on me too, and E. L. Zeitgeist. And Alicia 😊
Looking very much like my table at home.
Smile. Solidarity helps.