Author Archives: Deborah Drucker

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About Deborah Drucker

I am a native of California who lives in Southern California. I have a background in healthcare and Special Education. Writing is a new adventure for me.

Mood Indigo

We don’t always have to be perky bunnies, do we? We can have low times. I am not talking about Depression. Because full blown Depression is not a mood to luxuriate in. I read an essay The Case for Melancholy  by Loren Stover, which had some good points. That there is this big push to be Happy :)))))  all the time and if you are not then you can read an article in Huffington Post, and just follow these 3 easy steps, and find your bliss.

There is something to be said for quiet, down days, when you can take it slow and think deep thoughts, or take naps, or watch old romantic movies, or read old romantic books, and recharge your batteries.

Stover says Happiness is overrated and bit much for us to aspire to continually, “Happiness, like the sun, is ridiculously bright, a hope you can never live up to, or even look at straight on.” At least not all the time. I am grateful I have experienced joyful times and some happiness but not continually. That would probably be a little weird, like Stepford Wives.

Her advice: “Should melancholy descend, you may as well welcome it, wear your finest lounging outfit; give it your finest fainting couch or chaise to lounge in, or that hammock stretched between two elm trees. Let it settle in….and no running shoes under any circumstances.”

Yes, no running shoes. No braggy, happy face of you on Facebook completing your 5 K or whatever.

A little quiet music:

Via DavidFarandWide on You Tube:

and

via evie 1942

and via disc 070s

What are your thoughts?

The Forgotten Cemetery

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The cemetery next to the old church was  a bit rundown and neglected. Ann let the girls play quietly outside while she talked to the Minister about an upcoming wedding. She was the event planner for the church and loved weddings. As she left the chapel she was struck by the contrast between the great joys of life and the sorrows that the cemetery represented. It was even sadder because the site looked almost abandoned. They were about to leave when they noticed the little flag on one of the headstones. They were drawn to read the inscription.  He gave his life in the defense of his country. Rest in Peace.

In honor of Veterans Day 11/11/15

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Cemetery image by J. Hardy Carroll

You Can Buy (Fake) Followers, Likes, and Viewers

I read about this in an article by Constant Dullaart in Hyperallergic, Why I’m Amassing an Army of Fake Facebook Followers, where he states he bought fake followers with  “Profiles made to look like actual people, made to follow any profile I wanted for $0.002 each, so $5,000 bought me 2.5 million followers.” He says that there are people already doing this to make their product, candidate, and art look much more popular than they really are.

Isn’t it satisfying, a bit scary, ( and humbling I hope), to see more Followers for your blog? I mean real followers, not ones you bought and paid for.

by Kate Ter Haar

image by Kate Ter Haar

Dullaart goes on to say how some artists were basing the market value of their work on You Tube views and being influenced on the types of work they produced according to the social media responses. He calls this trend in marketing ” the attention economy.” It turns my stomach a little.

A friend of mine just wrote that he received an email offering lots of fake views for a cheap cost. It sounds similar to what Dullaart was saying.

I like to think that I will go on writing whatever I write according to my inner inspiration, feelings, and things I feel strongly about, and not get too overly upset or influenced by Likes and Followers.

The best reason I have for liking real Likes, Comments, and Follows is that people show me they are reading what I am writing, which is encouraging. How do you feel about Social Media responses influencing what you write and are you shocked by the article and my  blogger friend reporting the ability to buy followers, likes, and views?

The Love Mobile

Robin always said that when her Love Mobile finally quit working she would settle down, where ever that happened to be. It broke down in Santa Fe outside a small gift shop that was owned by a man called Sam Raveneyes. A Help Wanted sign hung in the window. She felt drawn into the shop as if an invisible cord was reeling her in. From the moment their eyes met there was a recognition of the two spirits. They had met in a long ago time. I have been waiting for you, Sam whispered. He had said aloud what she felt in her heart. She knew she was home to stay and so was the Love Mobile.

 

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers is hosted by Priceless Joy. Love Mobile image via pixabay.com

Cat is Sometimes Spelled with a K

I’m all cattywampus

or should I say catawampus?

I’ve been looking and looking for words

that will fit the category

of those containing the word spelled c-a-t

Here is the rule

Proclaimed by Linda our leader

And she is no fool:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “-cat-”  Use the letters at the start, middle, or end of a word and make it the subject of your post – or just use the word “cat.” Enjoy!

To catalogue cat words I felt assured

Would be so easy it was almost absurd

But I came to find to my great chagrin

There are many cat sounding words

But in the cat category they do not fit in

How frustrating this can be

Many are spelled with a “k” instead of a “c”

Like Saskatchewan

and Saskatoon

Krakatoa

and Kathmandu

What is a cat word cataloger supposed to do?

This is a catastrophe! I caterwauled

I now understand and know it is true

It is catch as catch can

So I think I’ll sail off

in my catamaran    🙂

images Black Cat

For Stream of Consciousness Saturday hosted by Linda G Hill

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Disturb at Your Own Risk

PHOTO PROMPT - © Connie Gayer (Mrs. Russell)

The wild fires had prepared the site, El Nino rains brought the mudslides, and the hillsides gave up some of their secrets. Two skulls and a femur were found by some mountain hikers. The police said they will open their missing persons files. The call came in to the Sheriff’s Station on a quiet Sunday morning. Another hiker had spotted something. The deputy dispatched to the scene called it in, I think this is a job for Animal Control. Yeah, it looks like a tentacle. Wait a minute, it’s moving!  The dispatcher heard a muffled scream and then nothing.

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Image provided by Connie Gayer.

Blue Ceiling FF

Lost Lovers Mine

I came to Angel’s Camp to work as a printer’s devil for the Calaveras Gazette. I first saw Meili at the local laundry owned by her father. Her beautiful smile won my heart. Soon we were in love and talked about a new life together. A marriage had  been arranged to a wealthy San Francisco merchant when Meili was a little girl. Her parents planned to take her to The City when the pass cleared of snow. We left late at night planning to hide out in one of the old abandoned mines in the back country. The trackers found our bodies down in the shaft where we had fallen. The old timers say that they can hear us calling to each other late at night out at the old mine. They call it the Lost Lovers Mine.

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers is hosted by Priceless Joy. Angel image provided by Sonja- Only 100 Words.

Just Two Buffalo Nickels

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

“She lived a life that some would describe as being on edge.” She had only two nickels to her name. This was a familiar experience, at least lately. It was hard to stretch her Social Security check to the end of the month. She didn’t want to tell her kids about how she was struggling. She had worked hard but never made enough to save anything. Besides, much of the work she did was not paid work. Taking care of her own kids, cleaning her own house, chauffeuring her kids to all their activities, car pooling kids to school, grocery shopping and preparing thousands of meals, caring for her family when they were sick, and taking care of her parents and her husband’s parents when they needed help, all of this was unpaid and not recognized by society as being of much value. So why should Congress think she deserved enough in her Social Security check to make it through the month?

Mondays Finish the Story hosted by Barbara Beacham who provided the image of the Buffalo Nickels.

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Transport for Zonar 3

Sensors detecting transmission 3 solstar rotations ago, Tribune.

Orb 3 of it solstar you saying.

Yes, Tribune. We monitoring from small dwarf orb at edge of it solstar system. It signaling to our solstar structure at Zonar 3.

Transmission image by Ryan Somma

Transmission image by Ryan Somma

So indicating action you proposing, Centurion?

Yes, Tribune.  Transmission meaning techno evolving.  It understanding basic techno. We have needing, slave labor for completing Zonar 3 project. The Empress be pleased for completing.

The Empress

The Empress

Will causing insurrection, our native workers?

If causing we know how we eliminating.

Let us going forward. Transport the new slaves in from what calling…What do it calling orb?

Earta, Sir.

Such strange naming and such strange species. You say it walking on two legs?

Yes, Sir.

Will it adjusting to appearing are we?

If it not we having way to exterminating.

Desire we finishing Zonar 3 before we must the exterminating.

Our first transporting to occur this night. Our vessel approaching Earta now.

It not detecting the transport and be warning?

No, transport disguising and it naming  The Halloween Asteroid.

Strange, so very strange!, the Tribune’s mandible made a clicking sound.

The Centurion bowed and performed the ritual antennae touching with the Tribune.

Ancient Cave Painting

Ancient Cave Painting

Stream of Consciousness Saturday hosting by Linda G Hill

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Active SETI

PHOTO PROMPT - © Dale Rogerson

The consensus of the conference of leading astronomers was we are not ready for Active SETI. The issue of whether or not to attempt contact with extraterrestrial species needed to be approved by the people of the Earth because there are risks involved. This wasn’t going to hold back Dr. V. He had the high-powered device ready to begin operations. Private donors had funded his research. He would direct the high-powered signal toward KIC 8462852. The transmission was picked up first by the alien’s sensors on Pluto. It triggered the devices buried on earth. They rose from their hiding places.

My contribution to Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Image by Dale Rogerson.