The Final Climb

Photo Credits: Douglas Mcllroy

THE FINAL CLIMB
            The view took her breath away as they flew over the majestic mounds of earth.
Shadows fell and snow glistened as the sun began to peek up over the horizon.
She’d often wondered what pulled him here, every year, attempting the impossible. Was it the physical or personal challenge? Or, was it simply the conquest?
The helicopter circled, began its descent, and with care, the pilot touched down. She stepped out, walked to the edge, surveyed the beauty, and lifted the lid from the urn. He’d finally made it top of the summit.

Hello Friend

English: Canoe Beach sunset (Canoe, BC, Canada)

English: Canoe Beach sunset (Canoe, BC, Canada) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

FIVE SENTENCE FICTION – ORANGE

HELLO FRIEND

I sit curled up in my blanket on the beach chair, a cup of hot coffee warming my hands, the ocean’s music soothes my soul.

 The last time we were here, we chased umbrellas across the wind blown sand, and laughed until our sides ached.

 We spoke of our children, husbands, memories of old, and dreamed of things yet to live.

Amid the laughter,  we promised to grow old together, and make yearly trips to watch the sun rise and set, but God had other plans.

 I wait, listening as I do every year, to the ocean’s gentle waves, and watch as the sun begins to set, then a beautiful orange glow brightens the sky, just like clock work – “Hello friend.”

Are You a Writer?

I hope everyone had a wonderful Memorial Day, and took a moment to say, “Thank you” to our military. Without their sacrifices we may not enjoy the privilege to write so freely.

During my long holiday weekend someone asked me a two questions I thought worth sharing.

1.”Are you a writer?”, and
2. “What makes one a writer?”

Their position was clear. One trained to become a writer, completing an apprenticeship of sorts, and at some point down the road, proved their competency as a writer. I pressed, “How would competency be measured?” They were unable to define how.

“Is it after one publishes his/her first book?” I asked.
“What about articles and stories? How many must be published before one can call themselves a writer?”
“Must one make money or be employed in a regular job writing?”
“What about being the author of blogs? Does that count?”

This isn’t a new topic. If you goggle the question, you will discover any number of discussions and opinions on the subject matter. Even the dictionary and wikipedia  list more than one definition, from one who writes a particular text  to how one writes.

Don’t get me wrong, I agreed with some of arguments presented in our discussion. For example, I believe writing is a learned skill. Therefore, continued opportunities to improve one’s writing through classes, conferences, etc should be utilized by all writer’s.

For me personally, I  use a number of avenues to improve my writing. Critique groups where I seek honest and constructive feedback, classes, and subscriptions to writing resources, books and magazines. Everyday I  learn something new. Writer’s come in all shapes and sizes, some with the ability to move us from word one, while others must work harder.

I am not an aspiring writer, although I aspire to be a better writer, and to have my first novel published. I aspire to do many things in this life.

I am a writer because it is how I see the world. I believe words are powerful. They delight, sadden, provoke, and soothe us. They move the world, and influence people, and when one has the courage to put pen to paper, because they want or must share with others,  I call them by their name, Writer.

Shakespeare reminded us long ago the value of a name.

“What is in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would not smell as sweet.”

My name is Sheila and I am a writer. What is your name?

Hall Of Expressions

What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.

Five Sentence Fiction – Silence

HALL OF EXPRESSIONS

She held tight to the small clutch in her hand taking time at each one, as she strolled through the rooms, her heels echoing on the floor of the museum. She came here at odd hours to avoid the crowd, seeking refuge from all the noise.

Unmatched by any words, the beauty of the paintings brought solace; Words having lost their meaning long ago. No such talent to express her pain she came here in the quiet, hall of life’s expressions to borrow others. She stopped and stared at the painting on the wall, squeezing the clutch in her hand, she fought back the tears, but her broken heart pushed them forth as she saw the painful truth of their deadly silence.