The Mad Strangler

The Mad Strangler

“Wrangle?”

“Yep.”

“Bill, what’s a wrangle?”

“It ain’t a what, woman, it means go make me dinner.”

“Mmhmm. You better call 911.”

“Why?”

“I’m not a wrangler.”

“So?”

“But I am a strangler.”


I don’t know the age of some who might read this but in old westerns and the like, they would say “go wrangle up something to eat.” I suppose it had to do with those involed being wranglers, people who handled animals, those who herded cattle and horses. I guess they are what was once called the cowboy.


I rarely write anything other than poetry on this blog these days, but my first love is writing fiction, thus working on five books at once at the moment, and editing a romance for another author. But, when I saw the Weekend Writing Prompt by Sammi Cox of sammiscribbles blog was to use the word ‘WRANGLE’ and be exactly 33 words, this kind of came to met.



Weeknd Writing Prompt image Black Letters on white background.

Sammi’s challenge as well as other blogger’s challenges/prompts links are collected on the page at the top of this blog Challenges/Prompts from the Blogosphere.


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Someday (Letter Three)

This is a Becky Meyer of the blog Humyn that I just connected with on Twitter today through Suzie’s #SundayBlogShare. Writing a becky-meyerletter to herself? I read it and I think it is a great idea. I think in a way we all do it in different forms, but I really like this. I see a bloghop out of this she could start #LetterToMyself. I really enjoyed this and other things I read. Follow her on her blog and Twitter.

Humyn

Someday, this will be a memory. Someday you'll be okay. Someday, this will be just a memory. Someday, you’ll be okay.

This is my third letter to myself. I know, I write letters to myself a lot. But writing in itself is cathartic, and this letter-writing technique has proven to be just what I needed.

Letter One

Letter Two

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Dear Me,

Maybe one day I’ll stop writing you letters.  Right now, I haven’t yet said enough. It’s crucial to communicate with you.

Today is one of those beautiful “good” days. Your thoughts are clear, and you feel in control.

I cannot, however, explain why your negative thoughts surrounded you a couple of days ago. They swarmed like bees, stinging you again and again. They made their way into your mouth, down your throat, and suffocated you. You collapsed, succumbing to these thoughts instead of controlling them. That day, your negativity controlled you.

At this point in time, I still…

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