Tihmmnmmish's Cuddle-Friendly Fireside Threadcast

Ron is the only person I trust now no offence or anything but I can't let myself ever trust again. It was my own fault in a way that I lost my trust I didn't listen to my inner self or if I did I discounted it let it slide so sure that the person who stole my trust would never play such a dirty trick on me, even though I knew he had played some rotten tricks in the past. Well you live and learn ....... it won't happen again.

Trust is a funny thing, and depends upon the context.
There are some things I wouldn't tell my wife for fear she'd take it wrong.
Perhaps have come closest lately with my AA sponsor.
 
Always room for you m'dear you know that :rose:

Well the Survivor contest has drawn to a close I suppose .... more with a fizzle than a fanfare of trumpets as nobody has made comment or even seems to have noticed, So I am left presuming I have won not that anyone else seems to give a shit ........ I worked so hard ......... weeps

Congratulations - it is frustrating. :(

According to the rules, the scorecards are final.
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  • Participants have until midnight, Eastern Time Zone (UTC-5:00), on 1/4/2010 to make any changes to their scorecards.
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Here's my unofficial ranking of those who have some poems for the contest:

139 UnderYourSpell
85 EroticOrogeny
64 lillygurl678
56 Tristesse2
45 annaswirls
34 Middleagepoet
30 LadynStFreknBed
24 champagne1982
17 Jack_Samuel
15 Remec
14 ShadowLor
10 NorthernPA4U
8 PandoraGlitters
8 AChild
7 Safe_Bet
6 loganforester
5 Angeline
3 PrinceThelo

I, too am waiting for Lauren's official score.
I've been checking it (along with the new poems page) frequently.
Only UnderYourSpell, EroticOrogeny and Tristess2 updated their scores in December, although I think Middleagepoet could have, but not enough to pass AnnaSwirls.

Hopefully soon. :)
 
Well, I wrote a story and a haiku today-- both of which I am proud. So, it's been a productive day. It's been awhile since I wrote something that made me proud. And, it's funny but the story ended up heading in a slightly different direction than intended, and in doing so is the better for it. I love when that happens. Don't you, hmmnmmish?

-Sheila

Yes I do. I especially love it when the mood is entirely and distantly absent, and then it comes and coming up for air after having been submerged in a seemingly effortless underwater swim, I pronounce a lifelong dedication to it (which of course lasts little more than a couple days). I also greatly enjoy scribbling out a paragraph with no idea what to make from it, but sort of forcing my mind to come up with something, even if it makes no sense; in fact, it makes the effort more strenuous if it doesn't make a lot of sense, because it's the attempt to seek some sense or find some avenue it could wend and wind along. Of course these exercises seldom produce anything finished, but that's another fun thing to do, pull out something that was set aside, see if it retains any sparks worth blowing on.

Stuff like that...
 
...see if it retains any sparks worth blowing on.
speaking of haiku, there's got to be a haiku in there somewhere... just haven't got the braincells to figure it out at the moment.

merry christmas and happy new year to you all. i hope everyone's well. if you've got any cool weather hanging around up there, please send some our way, we're melting down here.

:rose:
 
speaking of haiku, there's got to be a haiku in there somewhere... just haven't got the braincells to figure it out at the moment.

merry christmas and happy new year to you all. i hope everyone's well. if you've got any cool weather hanging around up there, please send some our way, we're melting down here.

:rose:

We'll be glad to trade for some warmth, we're freezing, even in Houston.
 
speaking of haiku, there's got to be a haiku in there somewhere... just haven't got the braincells to figure it out at the moment.

merry christmas and happy new year to you all. i hope everyone's well. if you've got any cool weather hanging around up there, please send some our way, we're melting down here.

:rose:

We've had another big fall of snow ...... Ron has gone to hospital today for his Op wondered last night whether he would be able to even get there but his brother-in-laws 4 wheel drive got him out. Now I will sit at my computer as if nothing is at all different ... and worry
 
btw, it just seems like 2010 is off to a sluggish start here. The regular Survivor contest doesn't even have any 2010 scorecards posted yet. I imagine that will change very soon since our first immunity lotto is tonight and by the rules, people have to claim their immunities and put them on their within a week. I'm not complaining, mind you. I can't imagine being responsible for moderating a Survivor contest. I'm not that much of a masochist.

It just seems like there is a slowness about the forum. I mean, the most recent monthly contest nominees and winners announced were what? March? May? I don't remember exactly. I expect those will be caught up soon as well since those determine who is nominated for the annual contest. I don't expect to be in any of the regular annual contest categories, but I'm kinda anxious to see who is...especially the poetry categories. There were so many excellent poems this year.
 
I wonder what happened to the guy who didn't like being told his haiku wasn't?!

I would hope the person is still lurking about and honestly looking to learn about poetry. Like I mentioned in scouries thread, the PF&D has its faults for sure, but learning about poetry and the friendly poets here are its strengths.
 
Ron has had his Op and is round from the anaesthetic which was my main worry with his age and all now got to wait and see when they discharge him
 
WORD.

Purple prose must never die. My two favorites in this category:

Tom Robbins
Mervyn Peake

They both write sentences like six-course meals, all chewy with insane metaphor and dripping with juicy adjectives.

Reading that essay made little memory bulbs blink, until by the end of the essay this little world had become rather bright. I remembered what words of wisdom I was told when I first tested these waters, and remember lamenting more than once that I made the mistake of attempting to follow those words of wisdom, or going too far in it. Not that they were wrong. I made the mistake of allowing myself to be driven by the need to succeed in porn fiction, and internet porn fiction at that. And for internet porn fiction the recommendations in style adjustments were perfectly valid. Then comes the question of learning to make adjustments for the sake of popularity, or to do it the way that is most comfortable (granting omnipresence of learning, improving, exploring, etc)... actually I think it's a good thing to become at least passably able with as many possible tools as possible. Part of the delectable agonies would be putting what where...

like, someone somewhere suggested we should all strive to produce 'page-turners'. Again, for the internet, for popularity, that's probably not wrong. But personally, I kinda like stuff that could hardly be categorized as 'page-turners'. In fact, I'd consider them the opposite: something that slows me down, stops me, makes me wonder if I'm understanding what the writer's saying, maybe I struggle with whether to go back a few paragraphs and reread, or put the thing away for awhile, let it loiter at the counter while I go about the day.... so if I could ever approach successful composition of what my imagination envisions as something I could point to and nod, and smile, and say, "yeah, that... something like that" it would probably contain both: page-turning and page-stoppers, or at least slowdowns. Mix it up.

Again, as has been said many times, the few times I've come even peripherally near to my imagination's optimum, it's all but a guaranteed failure if I dare submit the (admittedly unfinished) results to Lit, as for the sake of Lit's survival it probably should.

But I do err if I discount a very significant few who did voice appreciation. So I know they're out there, somewhere... and a few are indeed here. I know that much. Not much else. :)
 
speaking of haiku, there's got to be a haiku in there somewhere... just haven't got the braincells to figure it out at the moment.

merry christmas and happy new year to you all. i hope everyone's well. if you've got any cool weather hanging around up there, please send some our way, we're melting down here.

:rose:

first thing I see is a campfire spitting sparks up into the starry night sky... nice image. Nice setting to let the mind work with.
 
Hope both of you are doing fine now. :)

Thanks he's home now and doing the wounded little soldier bit that men are so good at! It's a wonder he got there and back we are knee deep in snow again, an American said to me today on here that he didn't think England ever had snow ... fog yes but not snow! Are you all living in 1950s movie land lol? Listen up yessssssss we used to have thick fog in cities and it was called smog but that was many years ago and we have cleaned things up since then. Yes we do have snow and goodness me yes we do have ski slopes too and if you don't beileve me I invite you to try out the Cairngorms in just your shorts at this time of year
 
Though I still use this old clunker PC for most things, one of the juicy perks of the laptop is the ability to watch videos. So I been catching up now and then. Checking out some guitar stuff... now there's some who can do the most amazing, jawdroppingly, impressive stuff, that very few of us mortals can ever hope to come close to close to close to. But some of them, after watching several clips, you see that that's all they do: fast and fancy and impressive. I get this urge to tell them, "hey, how about just a couple simple power chords here and there. Or a short passage of simple, slow, melodic notes." So all one style all the time, all the way, yeah, it can lose something... still, it'd be nice to be able to do maybe just a little of the fast fancy stuff, just so there's another option from all the possible sounds to go to, and put it somewhere that seems to call for it.

So I'm all for being able to do the lean, and the purple, and all points in between... there's just so much to learn, and experimenting with where to utilize what has been learned, whether stumblingly or masterfully, encompasses most if not all the joy.

Well, if I don't take advantage of that blue blue blue sky out there by grabbing the old minolta and pointing it at those white mountains, it would be borderline criminal...

So everyone carry on and be blessed in booty bountiful.
 
Is it suicide to post a Loving Wives story before the voting for the Readers' Choice Awards? LOL
 
I've just come across a comment on one of my poems telling me not to let my head get too big! ........ meeeeee lol the one who is continually wracked with worries that what I do isn't good enough. How little you know me anonymous commenter to even suggest it!
 
I know. I had a comment once that said that my poetry isn't as good as I think it is. wtf? Like they know how I feel about my poetry and how hard I am on myself. (of course, that was in June during the infamous "attack Sheila" era)
 
Brings to mind certain admonishments going on elsewhere. Insinuating that if a writer's work is not flawlessly punctuated, why, they just don't care and pretty much have no business submitting their work to an internet story (free) site. I find it odd that strangers whose corporealities are likely far away from mine can use some heavenly instrumentation that divines what's going on in my mind as I try to think of what better word goes where; or the storms of panic that go kaboom in my mind and makes my heart skip when I do dare submit something and I catch stupid mistakes, or think of a better wording when it's too late, such instances being not infrequent reasons for sudden mass deletions.

Why, what fucking gall we have to do such a thing, like submit our flawed written ideas and a few long-held prisoners of imagination to an internet story (free) site, which, by the way, does say on the front page that they welcome works penned by amateurs. Guess the only thing to do is just watch where we're going, check under the rocks, and if a lecturer crawls out from it, just smack it or stomp it or kick it in the nuts. Or something.

Well, that feels better.
I hold this stuff inside far too much...
 
I've just come across a comment on one of my poems telling me not to let my head get too big! ........ meeeeee lol the one who is continually wracked with worries that what I do isn't good enough. How little you know me anonymous commenter to even suggest it!

btw, the "don't let your head get too big" response to a person's achievements is a fairly common comment in the States. I was trying to think of why people say that. It sounds idiotic. In some cases, I would imagine that the person who says it thinks that the honored person is sweet and wouldn't want her disposition clouded by pride or conceit. In other cases, it's jealousy and a way to make the honor sound trivial or the person's merits unworthy. If it's the 1st case of honest concern for your disposition, well, you already expressed that it's not a legitimate concern. If it's jealousy, she should be working on her own poetry rather than littering poems with jealous and hurtful anon comments.
 
Well I tell you what I'm going to let it get a little bit bigger because I worked damn hard all year AND I stuck to it when others were falling by the wayside AND I lapped everyone else AND I got that 12 extra points ..... so hell to it for once in my life I did better I did best and I am going to glory in it. Up uuuuuuuuuuuu Anon and your comments with a sting in the tail I don't need to send my poems out into the world my stuff was published in books long before I ever came on here
 
You should be very proud of all the work that you did in 2009. What's wrong with being proud of your achievements anyway? I know when I was growing up, I was taught to never be proud. My mother had been raised very conservatively. I consider that to be the source of many of my self-esteem issues.. always feeling that my writing or art aren't good enough. I never really learned to be proud of what I've done. I only see the flaws. (My mom is also an extreme perfectionist.) So, kudos to you, UYS! I learned a lot in 2009, and that was my goal. So, kudos to both of us! lol We had a good year and if you were here, I'd celebrate with ya. In fact, I think we all did a fine job in 2009. I look forward to seeing what 2010 brings.
 
Brings to mind certain admonishments going on elsewhere. Insinuating that if a writer's work is not flawlessly punctuated, why, they just don't care and pretty much have no business submitting their work to an internet story (free) site. I find it odd that strangers whose corporealities are likely far away from mine can use some heavenly instrumentation that divines what's going on in my mind as I try to think of what better word goes where; or the storms of panic that go kaboom in my mind and makes my heart skip when I do dare submit something and I catch stupid mistakes, or think of a better wording when it's too late, such instances being not infrequent reasons for sudden mass deletions.

Why, what fucking gall we have to do such a thing, like submit our flawed written ideas and a few long-held prisoners of imagination to an internet story (free) site, which, by the way, does say on the front page that they welcome works penned by amateurs. Guess the only thing to do is just watch where we're going, check under the rocks, and if a lecturer crawls out from it, just smack it or stomp it or kick it in the nuts. Or something.

Well, that feels better.
I hold this stuff inside far too much...

I think the internet is slowing giving poetry a wider audience and doing many other wonderful things, but one of the unintended negative consequences I see is how easy it is for someone to send off nasty comments to someone else with a few keystrokes. I saw this all the time in the workplace with e-mails that would have never been sent in the manner they were written if the writer just spent another minute or two thinking about how the reader may receive the information.

It’s always pleasurable to receive a comment about one of your poems that’s praiseworthy, but negative terse comments, anonymous or otherwise, don’t do anything for me if they do not instruct; they merely deprecate, and the view I take is that such commentators are saying more about themselves than they are about the poem. My ego might be bruised a bit if you don’t like the piece, but say why, so I can think about it, work with it, or disagree.

I’ve learned more about poetry from the discussion threads here than any comments, pro or con, about submissions, mine or others. That’s where the true critics post some thought provoking comments. Chipbutty, bflagsst, Epmd607, and Tzara come to mind most recently, but there are many more whose comments I enjoy reading and learn from.
 
You should be very proud of all the work that you did in 2009. What's wrong with being proud of your achievements anyway? I know when I was growing up, I was taught to never be proud. My mother had been raised very conservatively. I consider that to be the source of many of my self-esteem issues.. always feeling that my writing or art aren't good enough. I never really learned to be proud of what I've done. I only see the flaws. (My mom is also an extreme perfectionist.) So, kudos to you, UYS! I learned a lot in 2009, and that was my goal. So, kudos to both of us! lol We had a good year and if you were here, I'd celebrate with ya. In fact, I think we all did a fine job in 2009. I look forward to seeing what 2010 brings.

I never got praise only criticism I suppose it was the way they thought would make us work harder that is why praise is so sweet now and criticism sends me hurtling back down that black well where nothing was ever good enough

I think the internet is slowing giving poetry a wider audience and doing many other wonderful things, but one of the unintended negative consequences I see is how easy it is for someone to send off nasty comments to someone else with a few keystrokes. I saw this all the time in the workplace with e-mails that would have never been sent in the manner they were written if the writer just spent another minute or two thinking about how the reader may receive the information.

It’s always pleasurable to receive a comment about one of your poems that’s praiseworthy, but negative terse comments, anonymous or otherwise, don’t do anything for me if they do not instruct; they merely deprecate, and the view I take is that such commentators are saying more about themselves than they are about the poem. My ego might be bruised a bit if you don’t like the piece, but say why, so I can think about it, work with it, or disagree.

I’ve learned more about poetry from the discussion threads here than any comments, pro or con, about submissions, mine or others. That’s where the true critics post some thought provoking comments. Chipbutty, bflagsst, Epmd607, and Tzara come to mind most recently, but there are many more whose comments I enjoy reading and learn from.

Criticism of my work is one thing that can be worked on improved other peoples thoughts on the subject can make think 'yesssssss now why the helll didn't I think of that in the first place' and kick myself and move on, but criticising where my ego is at is uncalled for petty backstabbing in my book .... I've tried to build a tougher shell but that's just not me. What you see is what you get I am an open book probably why it's easy to hurt me, but I will recover lol I'm a survivor of far far worse and I never forget that
 
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I think the internet is slowing giving poetry a wider audience and doing many other wonderful things, but one of the unintended negative consequences I see is how easy it is for someone to send off nasty comments to someone else with a few keystrokes. I saw this all the time in the workplace with e-mails that would have never been sent in the manner they were written if the writer just spent another minute or two thinking about how the reader may receive the information.

It’s always pleasurable to receive a comment about one of your poems that’s praiseworthy, but negative terse comments, anonymous or otherwise, don’t do anything for me if they do not instruct; they merely deprecate, and the view I take is that such commentators are saying more about themselves than they are about the poem. My ego might be bruised a bit if you don’t like the piece, but say why, so I can think about it, work with it, or disagree.

I’ve learned more about poetry from the discussion threads here than any comments, pro or con, about submissions, mine or others. That’s where the true critics post some thought provoking comments. Chipbutty, bflagsst, Epmd607, and Tzara come to mind most recently, but there are many more whose comments I enjoy reading and learn from.

Good points.
The internet seems to open doors for everyone. The good and the bad. The writer/poet/photographer/musician/ponderer enjoys so many more opportunities of presenting their works than probably anyone could've dreamed a mere couple decades ago. I'm certain there's treasure troves of possible outlets far and near, and here and there, that if I'd really get off my figurative lazy ass, could really be lovely experiences and opportunities.

Conversely, if the internet has opened doors for the would-be wordsmith, it's also invited experts and critics, who also enjoy platforms they may not have enjoyed otherwise. But we can't go around policing the way critics criticize just to protect a few constitutions that might be on the slightly oversensitive side (like mine) and who are already super self-critical.

I could plead, "hey, you don't have to yell. I'm a pretty easy-going, downright nice guy. All you have to do is make a suggestion, and you can be sure it'll be appreciated, and considered from this time forward." I might be more likely to calmly consider whether that sentence or line is better with or without that adjective. Or a different adjective. Or something. Or a different sentence or line. Or no sentence or line. As opposed to a usage that goes against what somebody told me because they yelled when they didn't have to yell. Which immediately shifts the importance of the work itself, to a nonsensical skirmish with someone I don't know, and who has possibly already moved on to their next subject.

And I just lost the train of thought... shall pause and maybe it'll come back.

Thank you greenmountaineer, for sharing these insights.
 
I fuckin hate bipolar disorder & PTSD so much right now. Do you know what it's like to loathe part of yourself so much? Maybe some of you do. I'm tired of any time some little thing goes wrong that the tears and suicidal thoughts are an automatic response. I guess it's not so much what actually happened as it is that I tried so hard to make sure it wouldn't happen and I failed. Only thing is, I didn't think I failed, but it happened anyway. So, I guess an element of my turning on myself is feeling like a victim again-the PTSD kicks in. Where do I go when I cease to feel safe even in my bedroom sanctuary?
 
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