Daily Prompt
Four Stars
Write a review of your life — or the life of someone close to you — as if it were a movie or a book.
She was born, she lived, and she hasn’t died yet,
though what’s the bet
she will one day,
and when she does, people will say
‘She was born, she lived, and now she’s dead,
Fred.’
I'm a freelance writer - fiction, nonfiction and anything else that happens to tango its way through my mind. That's for me, and I've won a competition or two, and been published in a range of media. To keep the wolf from the door, I also edit, proofread and write for other people. Love it all. Aren't I lucky?
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Well said, Fred. 🙂
D) http://www.last.fm/music/Bernard+Cribbins/_/Right+Said+Fred
Fred was always my favorite name until I got a cat and named him Fred. So that name was taken and now Lamont is my favorite name. I know you are grateful that I shared that with you. Good post. 🙂
Of course I’m grateful! Our two latest family members (canine) are called Basil and Frank. 🙂 As for the post – did they seriously think I was going to go all mushy and bare my soul? Hah!
I had a cat named Nigel. He was almost named Basil, but it didn’t happen. His brother was Reggie. They were both gray with little white moustaches. However you spell that. Thanks for not baring your soul. I didn’t bare mine either and I don’t even think I could any more. That’s for youngsters whose souls are in process, you know part of defining what that is.
We had a dog called Diggory. He talked a lot, but I didn’t know that when I named him.
I’ve never been good at soul-baring, even when young. I learned early that 1) bare souls are magnetic to those with cruel intent, and 2) there’s a fine line between heartbreak and cringe-worthy. 🙂
When I was young I — and most of the people I knew — were always trying to understand themselves and each other. You’re right. It made one ridiculously vulnerable!
When I was that age, most of my friends were gay men whose soul-searching took precedence over mind. Circumstance, not design, but a lucky break for me, I always think.
My friends were mostly gay, too. Strange…
Which of these women is you, Helen? https://grieflessons.wordpress.com/2015/04/19/cees-odd-ball-photo-challenge-week-15-beach-witchery/
Both. 🙂 I’m a Gemini – multi-faceted. Or do I mean two-faced?
Great post. I had fun but didn’t bare all (just a tid-bit). My dog’s name is Eddie. 🙂
Your post was a masterful mix of bare and fully clad!
thank you for your wonderful comment
Right to the point. Van
Beating about the bush doesn’t change a thing!
Losing a bit of my ‘bush beating’ with every year. I like your style, Helen. ☺
🙂 One of the beauties of age!
succinct
The clarity of age!
We could all use that same epitaph. Because it is always true.
Yep. It’s all terribly simple, in the end.
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