I have visitors this month (actually from last Friday until just after Christmas).
I’ll try to continue posting, but you’ll see a huge drop on the frequency of posts.
The drop actually has already stated last week as I was preparing the house…
And most likely I’ll be posting more pictures than writing, as that’s easier and faster.
“Childe Roland to the dark tower came.” (Robert Browning)
So for about a year of my time on my when and where, I followed Roland on the many years on his many whens and wheres. Today our quest came to an end as I finished the last book of The Dark Tower series, by Stephen King.
I highly recommend!
I loved all of the books, but my favorite (I guess, so hard to tell…) may have been book 3, The Waste Lands.
My least favorite (if there is such a thing) was book 5, Wolves of the Calla.
But the entire series is very, very, extremely good.
I still have The Wind Through the Keyhole to read.
This one is about the same people and chronologically happens between books 4 and 5, but it was written afterwards and is not really part of their quest (sortof, I ken). I’ll have a break now, and then someday I’ll go back to Roland and his ka-tet to read his tales from that ‘extra’ book.
Below are some pictures that showed my own journey in instagram. I had some breaks reading different stuff and authors between some of the books, and in overall took about a year, maybe a little over. I can’t remember the date I started the first book, but Amazon tells me I placed the order to buy them on February, 14th of last year. So I’d guess it was somewhere between February 16th (Prime rocks!) and early March.
Long days and pleasant nights!
Big business meeting, more people than chairs.
I chose happily to sit on the floor. I can move more freely when need to change position. My legs, hip and back thank me for that.
Back from lunch, people insist on getting me a chair.
They don’t get it.
This post was written in response to the Miniature Writing Challenge, hosted by Art and Life.
I’m a foreigner myself, born and raised in Brazil, but leaving on the US for more than a third of my life now. So I’d have several stories to tell about being on a different cultural environment.
Today, when I saw the prompt, I was on a room full of people, and I believe only one or 2 were US born, meaning it was a room full of foreigners trying to make sense of each other.
But what struck me as something worth writing about had nothing to do with place of birth, but that still made me feel out of place in that group, like a foreigner.
He is crossing the desert after the man who killed his father. The crossing is though, but the need for revenge keeps him going.
After days in open desert, he finally reaches a village.
The story of the murder and his seek for revenge travelled faster than he did, though, and the townsfolk knew who he was as soon as he entered town. They’re a peaceful folk and afraid of gunslingers.
He came armed with 2 Colt pistols and an incredible amount of hatred.
They all run to hide inside their houses, waiting for him to pass and go on with his business.
When he entered the town’s Saloon, all he saw was an empty room. Not a single soul to serve him.
He poured himself a pint of beer, grabbed some jerky and sat down to eat before continuing on his journey.
“Coward pricks! It’s not them I’m after…. Well, at least I get free beer.”
This post was written in response to this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers , with photo prompt provided by myself, and contains 156 words.
The picture is of a saloon in Virginia City, Montana, which is an authentic wild west city, that had the buildings preserved to this date.
Today it’s more like a touristic attraction, but much more authentic than the “fabricated” ones.
The guys from our party all sat down and ordered beer.
They didn’t have jerky, though, just peanuts. And the shells were supposed to go to the floor. I guess it added to the spirit of the place. ;o)
Gunslinger is a word I learned recently. Having had watched the wild west movies all in Portuguese as a child, I simply didn’t know the English word, until last year when I started reading The Dark Tower series by Stephen King. And that’s what inspired the crossing the desert image
“The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.”
– Stephen King
To see other stories inspired by the same prompt, click the blue frog below.
I hope you all had a great holiday season. Be it Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanza, or whatever you like to celebrate at the end of the Gregorian calendar year.
For me the holidays were great. We stayed home and managed to do several projects. Christmas party was fun, with a visit from Santa and lots of happy kids.
But it all affected my blogging routine.
I’ve been silent for a few week now, due to office move mid December, followed by the 2-week break from work for me and hubby and from school for the kids.
I’m back to (a new) office and normal life now, but still slow in getting to full speed.
I’ll still try to participate on at least one, maybe 2 challenges this week, but not a promise.