Mum old man taps bell.
Barely a sound calls help.
Mumness surrounds him.
We are to blog as writers so that we have a platform. We create a platform so that people find us and read our books. They read our books, we make a living, and the cycle continues.
Except when you hit days like today.
The above lame haiku came about because I was going to describe a trip to the store last week. Down and dirty: Dollar Store. Checkers restocking, checkout empty. Bell on belt for service. Older man gets there before me. I ask him to ring. Startle him. Tiny voice says, okay. His ring is as tiny as his voice. Checker comes and all’s well that ends well.
I was going to observe that people resemble their noticeable traits. He was small, stooped, took up little space. His voice was tiny. His ring of the bell was light, barely noticeable.
Writing that was taking up too much time because I’m a wordy old blowhard. I searched for a picture of an older man to go with the post so I could shorten it. Couldn’t find a pic of a frail old man so chose to go with a writing prompt of a weird pic I DID find.
Nothing worth reading.
Wrote the above, lame haiku to post. Found a pic of a desk bell to go with lame haiku above.
That took nearly two hours.
Thank the Lord I wrote earlier today and got something real accomplished.
Unless reading this, and seeing that other people have to wade through useless effort, helps you. Then it’s not a waste. <smile>
However this day shakes out, Happy Tuesday!