Tell and show
Show and tell
where you go
is awfully swell
What you do
is fun as hell…
How you live
is better still!
Selfie-snap
& crop it well…
download crap
onto your Dell.
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weekly writing prompt: snapshots
©Karen Robiscoe
Tell and show
Show and tell
where you go
is awfully swell
What you do
is fun as hell…
How you live
is better still!
Selfie-snap
& crop it well…
download crap
onto your Dell.
![]()
weekly writing prompt: snapshots
©Karen Robiscoe
Can I have that?
Oh, I want that!
Very much.
Everybody has one…
Tomorrow I’ll want something else.
Hey-lo, kidrows. Rows of kiddies. Pretty bloggers all inna row. I am just reminding everybuddy about tonight’s radio show whereon I will be typing out loud. AKA: speaking. And you might be responding. AKA calling in to ask me stuff…Stuff like what you did with the good, soup tureen last time you used it, and why it took Pixar so long to sequel Nemo. But don’t worry! Not only have I already sent you a gift card to Williams-Sonoma, but I’ve been boning up on the creative differences between Pixar and Disney, as well, practicing all 3 of the important vowel & consonant combinations, and learnt how to expertly disguise koffs as giggles. I can even construct sentences guaranteed to have an actual point, now, much like this one, so…uh…so…ah…oh, right. Sew a button on a balloon.
POP!

To explain why the Mountain Standard Time has mysteriously disappeared I’ll include an Alpine ski video at the end of this post, a secretly recorded confession from Sasquatch, and several charts relevant to the Civil War, but beyond that: The Lone Writer (that’s the name of the blogtalkradio show) broadcasts out of Arizona, where it is too-too-too (too!) hot to go pick up any daylight savings whatsoever, not even a few minutes of it, so their 7 pm MST is exack-i-ly the same as Pacific Time’s 7 pm. No ifs, ands, or atomic clocks about it—I hope—because there is nothing like a helpful monkey wrench when you are working on time specific pottery.

Clocks? we don’t need no stinkin’ clocks!
Please call, if you think of it. Hell, even if you don’t think of it, you could always have a ringing micro-chip implanted in your clavicle area that would automatically remind you at 7 bells, unless that seems a little extreme?

I think I could live with that…;)

It’s been a while since I posted 411 in the Pub Process category about anything even vaguely “process” related, much less where manuscript urban fantasy SPIRITED REMIX stands, and the truth is…it doesn’t. Stand, I mean. Oh, it sits pretty, all right…Runs late, turns over leaves, hikes mountainous mole-hills & back, but rarely loiters about. Since it’s off on some notable adventures even now, it’s as good a time as any to update the more nuts & bolts oriented chick-e-rooz here at the CHATTER as to how the whole submission/publication/blogging thing is panning out for me.

A couple encouraging nuggets: two short fictions will be available this month and next—in digital/ print / Kindle but I’ll be posting specific posts about those as they release, so a big brush stroke is all that’s needed just now, while two poems will be available in the same format in May & July.

A few other short fictions are out there, too, under who-knows-what kind of consideration (meaning standard cold subs) along with several poems, and while I’ve been more diligent about submitting recently, there’s always room for improvement.

I am currently writing two short stories, the working titles of which are: “Internet Café” & “Silent Night”. I’m champing to begin a longer work after wrapping up these, and I’m also involved in preparing an entry for a blogging contest—but more to be said as that evolves. I don’t want to jinx myself into inertia, which idle talk can do I’ve found.

I’ve recently joined the Hub Pages community. Since I cook professionally & privately both—as an in-home chef—I thought, what the hey? And then I thought: wow, and “why not”, too. Why not a recipe blog that showcases the huge quantities of flour I’m wont to use, and my ability to test extremely hot dishes without benefit of ice water? Scintillating topics both, and while I’ve only written a few Hubs thus far, I am liking my new Spinners.

My purely-recipe Hub Pages are under the banner: CHARONSCHATTER, too, mostly because I’m brilliantly original, but also because I didn’t think the URL thing through before clicking in the dotted text box. (Note to self: think the URL thing though before clicking in dotted text box) Web address aside, my Hub Pages are a happy offshoot of clicking on the trailblazing links of Christy Birmingham, Hubber, blogger & poet of no-et, and an extremely nice lady, to boot. Christy’s a Hubber not a Fighter, and within a few clicks of joining the Hub Pages, I knew why. With hundreds of varied topics presented by an equally diverse group of writers, it’s as good as Cable News-papering!

http://charronschatter.hubpages.com/
Now on to the Big News. Or big to me, at any rate. Remix is under requested review by two Houses right now, both so sleekly slick & sassily glossy, I would be Cosmo Girl thrilled to spin tales there forever and ever, amen. (more news after a word to our sponsor)

In tangential happenings, not one but two of my limerick series is under review by agreement— if not request. I queried folks looking for fictions in a theme that matched two of the limerick series, and after some back and forth, the series “got in”, though how they do once ensconced is another question. As any regular surfer on my site knows, the limerick series are my babies, and by far and away some of the funnest stuff to write. So, keep your fingers crossed for these verses from Nantucket!

Finally, I’m pulling the plug on the “Cardio” category here at the CHATTER. Actually known as: Gym-a-palooza, this op-ed series featured reviews of local sweat shops, and posited reviewing six—but I am good to stop at three. Cut me some slack! At least I did three reps of gym visits, and joined Spectrum Gym on a more permanent basis, too, after discovering there’s really not much to say about dumbbells, after all. I guess the word: dumb should have clued me in sooner, and if I do decide words must be written about Sweating to the Oldies or Downward Dogging; words like: “fetch, rollover, & play dead”, I’ll review a Yoga class offered by Spectrum—since they have plenty such classes on their roster. Besides, any gym at rainbow’s end must surely be gold, and Spectrum’s amenities & features fit my featured needs admirably.

That’s a wrap for now, then, chickens. Now, let’s uncross chicken feet, step into the road & hope for the best.