No Excuses Aloud (sp), Only Written Ones

Blogger Leah Oviedo is a woman on a mission. She strongly believes that there is no excuse for not doing our part to create positive change in the world. Leah takes on this challenge in many different ways. She writes, teaches, and encourages others to follow her lead as she brings people from different backgrounds together through social media.

Leah has been following almost since its beginning. Her comments on my posts always bring a smile to my face, and I consider Leah a friend. She recently invited me to participate in her April Indie Author Read-A-Thon. How could I say no to someone who promotes Indie Authors and works in her community to empower women? These are two things near and dear to my heart.

I am honored Leah has chosen Summoning The Strength as one of the books featured this month. If you are on Facebook, check out the books Leah is promoting in the month of April here. You may also be interested in her blog. Check it out here.


Now for the remark I intended to publish Monday.

Please excuse my absence from I am unable to see straight due to an overwhelming amount of research for school. In the event that I make a staggering discovery which must be shared with the world immediately, I will be sure to blog about it. Otherwise there will be no posts published here until the end of the semester unless I have a prolonged bout of insomnia, which isn’t likely since I am exhausted most of the time.

Thank you.


What Has Happened To My Blog? OR Hey WP, What Gives?


This morning, after a month-long absence from blogging, I had an epiphany. It has been too long since I did any writing just for fun. So, I asked myself, why not purchase the premium upgrade to get rid of crappy ads and jazz up the site with some customized fonts?

Oh, and while I’m at it, go ahead and write a post today?

I had a great idea for a come back post, with a fun title even. “No Excuses Aloud (sp), Only Written Ones.” So, I logged in to WP, and low and behold I discovered my blog still exists! Howevah, I could not purchase the premium upgrade. It is not available. This made me curious. What is going on here? WP doesn’t want my money? Have I been banned from blogging due to using #ADSBELOWTHISPOSTARENOTENDORSEDBYTHISBLOGGER at the end of my posts? Thought to be dead due to inactivity?

What gives with this “upgrade unavailable for” business?

So, I send these words out into the ether in hopes that I’ve not been deleted from the blogosphere, left only with the shell of a blog now abandoned by all of its dear readers.

Happy Springtime to anyone out there still reading.



The Precipice Of Our Own Madness

Copyright - Janet Webb
Copyright – Janet Webb

In the safety of community, we find guidance, choices, hope. The way forward is not behind us. Children watch us, taking note as withered wisdom’s blossoms fade, fortunes lost, ransoms paid. Icy roadblocks freeze our tracks, keeping us ever looking back, wishing for a different way than living to fight another day.

Surrendered to the calendar life seems futile. Commanded to obey instinct we lose the game of pray for prey. Melted puddles underfoot, embers defying ash and soot, dreams won’t be held against their will. Flickers flash one last mad dash soaring, imploring better angels, “Save us from ourselves.”


This week’s Friday Fictioneer prompt, courtesy of Janet Webb, inspired this poetic prose that pretty much sums up how I feel about current events. Final exams are next week and my brain has been working overtime. So, feel free to reel me back in from the deep end.



Terms of Service


1-Fullscreen capture 11212014 90907 AM1-Fullscreen capture 11212014 90850 AM-001It seems service representatives everywhere are getting a pink slip and being replaced with what can only be called World Class Tweakers. That’s right, bloggers. If you or I, hereafter known as bloggers of the first blog, comment on another blogger’s blog, and receive notification that the other blogger, hereafter known as blogger of the second blog, has responded to our aforementioned comment, don’t expect to simply click on the notification bubble to see what the blogger of the second blog said. Oh no, that would create a feedback loop. Instead, we prefer a feedback logjam. Yes folks, you heard it here first. It seems we are no longer supposed to engage in dialogue on this platform. Awesome! Now what? I have to go back to asking and answering my own questions? I suppose so.

I stopped waiting for an answer. So, now it’s time to unleash the amazing works of the Friday Fictioneers, making every word count and doing so with style. Below is this week’s photo prompt provided by Claire Fuller followed by my 100 words. Thanks for reading.

Copyright - Claire Fuller
Copyright – Claire Fuller

Fall of the Human Empire

We’d come to expect it from faceless corporations.

“We’re sorry for the inconvenience.”

“We’re going paperless.”

“We’re updating, upgrading, the economy, blah blah.”

It trickled into society at large; the feckless became the new majority.

“The economy, the weather, the Republicans, the Democrats, the NFL, the NRA, the PTA, the NAACP, the HOA, the economy…”

Some claimed it was the loss of manufacturing. Others argued it was the destruction of the environment. There were those who shouted, “No more tired lies and retread excuses!” But who could hear them really, when there was so much noise? No one, I suppose.



Digital Download

Copyright- The Reclining Gentleman
Copyright- The Reclining Gentleman

The melancholy view from the dock matched Jerry’s mood. He stared at his cell phone, wishing the clouds would engulf him. How could he have been such a fool? Regret crowded his thoughts. I really liked her. A lot of people like a lot of things. Not all of them are good. “Damn it!” He shouted to no one.

His texts had gone unanswered. It was time to forget her. Jerry flung the phone as far as it would go.

“Goodbye Sweetheart!”

Mid-air her ring tone began to play. ♫ ♫ Head underwater and ♫ ♫ Clunk.


Goodbye Jerry.


I’m halfway through another semester with a boatload of work still ahead, but I could not resist this week’s FF prompt. Thanks to The Reclining Gentleman and thanks to Rochelle the Extraordinaire, who is celebrating her two year anniversary of hosting Friday Fictioneers. I’ve been off the FF grid lately. In my defense, I scored 100 on my Leadership Theory for Volunteer Managers mid-term. See ya when I see ya. Thanks for reading.

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