Writing Exercise 055

Today the old year ends, and the new one begins. How are you celebrating? With your family, with your friends? Anyhow, it's time for the last writing exercise in 2016. And of course, the topic of this drabble is New Year. So before the fireworks begin, let's stop to look back for a second:

2016/12/31 – New Year (Drabble)

Where has the time gone? Another year has passed by quickly, oh, so quickly. Out of all the things that had happened, what do you remember most vividly? What was memorable enough to make your personal 2016? Perhaps it was something you achieved. Or an emotional experience. Or the face of a person dear to you. Whatever it was, it will stay with you when the clock strikes twelve and the new year begins. You may want to start fresh, you may want to carry your thrive over to 2017. Whatever you decide, I wish you a happy New Year!

In Between

I hope you had a lovely Christmas holiday with your loved ones.
Did you get a lot of nice presents? Was the feast delicious and your company enjoyable?

As New Year's comes next, I ponder. A lot of things have happened this year ever since I started this blog. Good things, exciting things mostly; but also sad and crazy things that I wouldn't have thought ever to happen. In retrospective the good things almost always weigh out the bad things.
I made new friends and reconciled with old ones. I published two books and a translation of one and wrote another, which is now in beta stage -- both the English and the German edition. I made a promise to marry the one I love! I joined a literature project and found my enrepreneurial spirit.
So I'm taking all these positive things with me and look forward to 2017.
I'm not going to dewll on what might be or should be or could be next year; what's more important is to acknowledge the things I've accomplished and draw strength from that to accept whatever the future has in store for me. All I know is, that it's going to be another exciting year, and I'm looking forward to sharing this with you.

Writing Exercise 054

The Dead Pete Society decided to write Christmas stories about Santa and the reindeer. Except we joked about Rudolph being a crack-nosed pimp, Santa being the horny bodyguard and the other reindeer being hoes. You can imagine how absurd and funny the conversation was! XD
Anyway, every member of the Dead Pete Society picked two of them and committed to write a story. My choice were Santa and Dunder. So prepare for a very different Christmas five times drabble. :o

2015/12/22 – Christmas story about Dunder, the hoe, and Santa, the bodyguard, for the Dead Pete Society (5 x Drabble)

It was Christmas time and like every other year the show was about to start. Santa, the nitwitted bodyguard, readied the sleigh, with which pimp Rudolph paraded his eight hoes around the world. Dunder was one of them. He was the heaviest of the lot and wagged his meaty butt as he scurried after the others. Santa, being also on the heavier side, was ogling him again and as Dunder passed him he couldn't resist and slapped him on the back.

„Ho-ho-hoe,“ he stuttered and grinned like an idiot. He hardly said anything else, but with this intonation it meant he was horny as a unicorn.

„Not when I'm at work,“ he whispered back and shot a quick glance to the front, while Rudolph sniffed his red nose and handed out the straps. Dunder waddled into line and took his place beside Blitzen. Nervously he licked his lips and tried to fasten the XL garter belts he was supposed to wear to his costume bra and fancy panties.

Santa came to check on them and when he reached Dunder he took his time to squeeze his feisty butt again. „Ho-ho-hoe,“ he let out happily while Dunder only harrumphed and rolled his eyes. It was always the same with him.

He just couldn't keep his hands to himself when they were readying themselves for the show. That was the problem with a man only coming once a year; his bag was loaded to the brim and once the world tour was done and all the candy sticks were distributed Santa would sneak into the ladies' stables and hump every butt that stood erect. Especially Dunder's if he was not with a punter.

Because Dunder was like his name - dumb. And dumb people were good fucks, they say. At least Santa was of that opinion, and since he wasn't the brightest light himself they made quite a pair. Secretly of course, for the pimp would surely charge their bodyguard if he knew Santa was dicking around the stables.

So Dunder now shooed Santa away, who grunted and sat inside the sleigh. „Ho-ho-hoe,“ he counted and guarded the bag with the toys. Like every other year he then was allowed to crack the whip and the ladies stalked ahead, heads held high and flaunting their cleavages and butts to the clients all over the world.

As they were getting into the mood Santa grinned and waved dumbly at the people salivating after the eight hoes. „Ho-ho-hoe,“ he advertised and Rudolph approved of his work. Dunder in the meantime was doing his dance in sync with the others. Sometimes he imagined they were doing the samba at carnival in Rio when they paraded and so he shook his ass extra sexily; the crowds loved it. So from town to town they toured and beneath the cracking of Santa's whip Dunder jingled all the bells he had. It was as thrilling as it was arousing. But this was their way of saying „Merry Christmas!“

Stay focussed!

Hopefully you had a nice fourth Sunday in Advent.

As the days rush by, tension and pressure usually rise during this time of the year.
Have you bought and packed all the presents yet? Is the Christmas tree set up? Have you shopped and prepared everything for the feast? Are you ready to meet the whole family? Is the house decorated properly?
Constantly you are reminded of what needs to be done. Often the spirit of Christmas is lost in the stress of preparation... or in a traffic jam of equally stressed Christmas shoppers, who are forced to listen to the same old Christmas songs every few hours, again and again.

So why don't you grab a cup of your favourite tea or coffee or cocoa, sit down on your sofa or armchair and just revel in the moment. Take that time and take a breather, calm down and think about what's really important. The spirit of Christmas; a message of love and hope, a light in the darkness. Draw strength from that, refocus and find the same love and hope inside you.

The next time you stand in a long line at the register or wait in a traffic jam by the nearest super market you might find more patience in you -- and the forgiveness which comes with the knowledge that the others blocking your path are just as eager to be done preparing and go home to be with their loved ones.

And maybe in between gifts and baubles and fairy lights there will be a flash of inspiration even? :o
So don't miss the next writing exercise. ;)

Writing Exercise 053

This week my writing exercise is about something I didn't think I had, but which runs undeniably in my family -- the entrepreneurial spirit.
So I recently joined a literature project, which I will tell you about in another blogpost. And this project excites me to no end because I find this idea so fascinating, and I want to see it happen! It is still in its fledgling state, but it wants to be founded -- and I intend to be there when it's time. And of course I'll let you know how it goes.
For now I want to share my excitement with you. So here is my drabble:

2016/12/13 – entrepreneurial spirit (Drabble)

So far I have never thought I might decide to just start something from nothing, to follow an idea and found a company, to take the risks and plunge in at the deep end. But somewhere inside me I found a spark of excitement and enthusiasm which I can't deny. The idea of something new – of something revolutionary even – fills me, thrills me; and I want to follow and see where it leads me. The project might fail, the idea might soar. But I don't know that yet. I have never done this before. And yet I want to try.

A Morning in Advent

Today is the third Sunday in Advent. I hope you enjoy this day.

As the candles burned, I looked outside to find the sky was burning, too. Not literally of course. But the sun painted the clouds in the brightest of gold and red lights, and the vista left me stunned for as long as it lasted.

Isn't it beautiful? :o
If you have to get up early you get to see the most spectacular fleeting art which nature can produce as a reward for your discipline and endurance. Revel in the views, enjoy them and begin the day with a smile.

How grim it might look in the beginning...

...it won't stay that way. Only moments later the world might look different and show its true colours. You just have to look on the bright side. ;)
That said, I wish you all a pleasant third Sunday in Advent. See you next week!

Writing Exercise 052

Yesterday I missed the chance to write you a Santa story. :/
But instead today I have a drabble for you about a snow day. This is just as good, isn't it? Anyway, I hope you enjoy the pre-Christmas time and the cozy atmosphere of winter.

2016/12/07 – Snow Day (Drabble)

The air is cold and clear, the soil white and crispy with hoarfrost; a distinctive smell lingers and you know it's going to happen soon. As your gaze wanders towards the cloudy sky, a cold wetness hits your nose – the very first snow flake. And there they are! Silently they float towards the earth, soft and beautiful. You stop to admire the tiny flakes grow to the size of a coin. Within minutes the ground is powdered in white, but the snow keeps falling. Quietly it crunches beneath your step as you continue your path. What a splendid snow day!

Fairy lights

I hope you had a lovely second Sunday in Advent. :)

On Saturday my fiancé, two of our friends and I went to a Christmas market with a medieval theme. There were a lot of booths and people wearing garbs, and we were ones of them. The hot beverages and sweets were very welcome, we watched a fire show and awesome concerts. It was pretty cold, but also pretty amazing. There were campfires and tents all around, so you could warm up whenever.

The market was located around a lake, and on the surface of the frozen water there were hundreds of lights. It was so beautiful and the atmosphere seemed as if enchanted. You could very well imagine fairies dancing in the dark.

This picture is but an insufficienct glimpse at what it was like. But it is enough to give you an impression of this almost magical night...