a cooking pot and twisted tales
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As a writer cum blogger, we all know how much effort and time it takes to craft your words, curate your images, tag, categorize, primp, polish and publish courageously, only for you to sit back satisfied, twiddling your thumbs anticipating a deluge of comments from expected readers, but, gasp and with a lump in your throat, no one hits that like button or even leaves a smiley face behind. It could dampen anyone’s enthusiasm.
The situation is tougher when you are just starting out with your blogging or writing passion and you need that validation that comes from others – of course, your few good buddies and mom would probably support you, woe betide them if they don’t, but we all do need that extra validation because we are social beings, so spare yourself the rhetoric of ‘I’m writing for myself,’ and let’s get to the cause. Read More
This quote above is me talking to myself lately. I’ve embarked on different things and there are days that I wake up believing that I know what I am doing, but by the end of the day I just feel as though I am bumbling around mindlessly as though the hills that I have to climb are so high and the valleys cold and lonely.
On such days, I whisper a silent prayer of hope in my heart and holding on to my little seed of faith, I keep following the green light, knowing that all things work together for my own good.
In face of doubt, don’t relent. Take a deep breath and reevaluate. What is there to gain in turning away from your direction? What is there to gain in forging ahead? Much more. So, let’s keep on our course.
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I found these beauties while window shopping. 🙂
Don’t expect to be an instant online hit once you press that publish button. As a matter of fact, your post may sit at the bottom of the blog ocean for some time, before any interested reader mercifully fishes out your soggy post. Read more
Join us at Ronovan’s weekly haiku challenge. For this week’s prompt, he gave us Creep & Race and I couldn’t resist taking a bite 😉
The big old grandfathers’ clock struck midnight
The witching hour crept by
hearts raced under the blanket in terror.
A distant howl tore into the silent night
the creepy crawlies salivated greedily
racing to plant their fangs’ in frenzy.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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Out of habit, Miranda, glanced at the vacant house as she walked past.
She was always willing to tell the story of the house and it’s former inhabitants to anyone, of course without missing her highlighted moments of local fame as a witness to a highly publicized grizzly incident.
This is where she grew up and lived all her life. She knew the late Jones’s. Houses in the neighbourhood were close to each other, that everyone knew the other’s business and each wall had an ear listening to it.
She remembered that night when she overheard Jack’s gruff voice as he shouted ‘over my dead body Sue!’
It was nothing new to hear him make such declarations. The Simpsons loved hard, played hard and fought even harder. Their strange shenanigans were noisy enough to give the neighbours a clue.
Tilley, the beautiful Mrs. Jones went missing, her body parts found in different parts of town. The strange thing was that Jack was found with a slit throat and missing ears. The murderer is still at large.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Thank you, to Priceless Joy for hosting this charming platform where we unleash our stories and Yinglan for providing an innocent photo that brought out my dark side 😉
Mundane Monday Challenge is created to find beauty in almost everything.
The challenge is simple. Find beauty in everyday mundane things, capture the beauty and upload the photographs.
I stood under the street lamp with three bulbs watching the World go by and probably wouldn’t have paid much mind to it except when one of the bulbs started blinking and sizzling, now that caught my interest. I wonder what spooked the light 😉
You have been contemplating starting a blog or moving from managed hosting to self-hosting, but with the plethora of web hosting services out there, you are still debating your choices.
If you are like me you probably spend days, weeks, and months thinking, comparing notes and analyzing the different set-ups that are out there, that you probably end up cross-eyed and confused from reading so many articles on competing services.
Yes, it’s important to do your research, but at times, over-thinking a process could kill enthusiasm and inspiration. I nosed around a bit, read as many articles as my brain cells could accommodate, asked questions from users about their experience with the different services before I made my decision.
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