This was written for the Daily Prompt; All About Me
Explain why you chose your blog’s title and what it means to you.
I have been surprised at the number of people who have asked me about the title of my blog. So this is as good of time as any to explain what it means. It is actually pretty simple.
“Legend” has it that I was born premature and that I weighted less than five pounds. I was so small that someone made the comment that I could fit in a shoe box. My understanding is my mom would hold me and say my poor little shoe shoe. Well, that stuck! That was what I was called by all my relatives growing up and still to this day. At school, thankfully, I was known by my real name. Not many of my friends actually ever called me Shoo-Shoo, but from time to time I was ridiculed for the nickname. When I write my nickname I chose to use shoo instead of shoe. My parents are no longer alive to confirm this story. However, many have told me this years ago, including my mom.
So when I stared writing I came up with Mind of Shoo, which basically is that I am writing what is on my mind. An Adult Child of an Alcoholic Parent is self-explanatory.
That is my story and I am sticking to it.
Till we meet again. Good Day
Mind of Shoo
Daily Prompt: All About Me.
This was written for Daily Prompt: Choose Your Adventure:
Write a story or post with an open ending, and let your readers invent the conclusion.
I stand just above Upper Falls on the Yellowstone River. So beautiful, so majestic. I have been working in the park for a little over a month. My journey to Yellowstone National Park has been a tumultuous one. War. Alcohol. Drugs. Loneliness. I look out into the vastness of beauty before me then take a deep breath. No one is around. I spread my arms out as if I can fly……(fill in the rest)
Daily Prompt: Choose Your Adventure.
This one is easy as I have written about it before HERE. I’d love to have a caboose in my back yard as a study/studio to work on writing and painting. I would redo the exterior as authentic as possible. As for the inside, in the writing area I’d like to have a nice simple glass or plexiglass desk and a small closet to house writing supplies. I would want a comfortable desk on wheels. I’d have a nice stereo with Bose speakers to listen to music when I deem necessary. I’d have bright colored walls with hardwood flooring. The lights would be a curvy track lighting system across the ceiling. I’d also have an odd-shaped lamp on the desk. I’d have lots of different shaped angles in the room. The walls would have lots of different art and or sculptures. Of course it would include a computer. I’d keep a refrigerator in the studio area for snacks and drinks. I would have the caboose set kinda far from the house so I would not be bothered when I am there. I think it would be wonderful to sit in there an relax, wondering where this caboose has been during its working days. To think of the people who set foot in the caboose and wonder about what their life traveling was like.
I believe it would make a wonderful work area. Like I said in my first post about my work space, if you are driving the country side in rural America and see a caboose in someone’s back yard, it may be me working on my next movie script or novel. Or just me blogging.
Till we meet again. Good Day.
Mind of Shoo
This was written for the Daily Prompt; Writing Room
A genie has granted your wish to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like?
Daily Prompt: Writing Room
This was written for the Daily Prompt, Dearly Departed.
Write your own eulogy.
Oh dear Ron. What do we say about the enigma that is you.
You were born premature leading your mom to say you could fit inside a shoe box. The foundation of your life was not set properly, yet you managed to build yourself into the man you are.
You personality was colorful like the Van Gogh’s you admired. Yet inside you were painted black.
You were caring about everyone except the one that was just as important. You.
You lived in a fantasy land. Following an endless yellow brick road alone though you passed many along the way.
You had potential yet you underachieved. You tried but never prospered. Yet you brought out the actor in you and said on to the next one.
You never felt loved. You searched throughout time and space but could never grab it from the many who gave. Yet you gave like an overflowing river.
You sang us beautiful songs and imparted words of wisdom to many but never listened to yourself.
You never let anyone in though many were knocking.
Your mind was filled with stories yet they never escaped your fingertips.
You were a wonderful actor. You acted happy your entire life yet you never were.
You worked to escape your past but it held you in its vise grip, never letting go.
You can stop giving. You have been taken away from us.
Now you have reached your OZ. May it be as beautiful as you imagined.
Say Hi to Vincent.
Daily Prompt: Dearly Departed.
This is for the Daily Prompt for 12/19
If your government (local or national) accomplishes one thing in 2013, what would you like that to be?
I have one request from you for 2013. Unite.
Why do you have to worry about crossing the aisle? Get rid of the aisle. Why two parties, how about one nation. Instead of listening to the lobbiest, listen to your constituency. Don’t raise money for your own cause, raise money for a cause of your choice. Your job is to govern defined as to control and direct the making and administration of policy in. Govern for the people, not for the powerful.
One Nation. Under God. Indivisible.
Are we THE UNITED STATES?