Archive | June 2015

Ribbons on Our Streets

I don’t actually know what the rest of the world- or at least the USA- is saying or thinks about the recent tragedy of Gregg “Nigel” Benner’s death. I live in the city where it happened- within a couple miles of it- so the perspective is different, not to mention the fact that it’s quite possible I may have seen or met this police officer. He certainly sounds like the sort of person you wish you did know.
As I was saying, I don’t know what the rest of the world is seeing, but I’m pretty sure you’ve seen a lot about Benner and this whole tragedy. Well, inevitably it will fade, and a tiny bit of you will be glad. It’s not that you don’t care, it’s just that it’s painful and other things come up.
Well, I ask that you continue praying for the family and friends, as well as his fellow police officers. And, go ahead and write down his name in your calendar in some later month, and maybe at the end of the year and well into the next, because this man is in the forefront of many peoples hearts.

Ribbons in Our Hair

These ribbons are tied all along the procession route These ribbons are tied all along the procession route

This last Thursday was the funeral for Gregg “Nigel” Benner, the first police officer in the history of our young city to be killed in the line of duty. It was a terrible tragedy. Officer Benner lost his life on Memorial Day, a dreadful irony; and our city is so young that everything seemed to work together in smooth humdrum bureaucracy, and has now grown up, as our pastor said.

A flag adorns a cherry picker along the procession route A flag adorns a cherry picker along the procession route

The community in our young, humdrum city has come together in our shock. They say we’re tight-knit. It’s funny that a city this size can be tight-knit!

Here is the memorial, that grew quickly to overflowing. Here is the memorial, that grew quickly to overflowing.

There was a procession after the funeral, with everyone encouraged to line the streets and “Stand up for Officer Benner.” Apparently the turnout was pretty…

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My Love of Writing

I’m sure it’s confusing for anyone who reads this blog consistently (or as consistently as I write here, anyway). Actually, consistency is a good way not to describe my writing here for the time being. To tell you the truth, this is the first time I’ve actually been inspired to write a post.

I know. I probably shouldn’t admit that. I should make all my readers, or anyone who stumbles on this blog, feel like reading more. Well, I’ll let you know straight and forth (apparently I’m being creative about my phrases) that I do want people to read this blog, and I like writing here. Unfortunately, my creativity just doesn’t lie in this direction. It tends to fizzle out.

A fellow writer and blogger I know of recently said, if you don’t like doing something (blogging being the example) then don’t, because sometimes the fact that you don’t like to do it is really obvious. I do like to blog, as a matter of fact, as long as I have something definite to talk about. But when she said that, it made me realize, if I can’t think of something to say, or if I don’t feel like blogging, then don’t because forcing yourself won’t help. And that is one reason why I haven’t been blogging lately, even though I feel like I really should be doing as much as I can to further my writing career- in the same way someone who is sinking gasps for air and panics before being pulled down.

Now, to get back to what I was saying at the beginning of this post, anyone who reads Felicity Prose on a regular basis is probably confused by now, because I am repeating myself. I have said all this before. I’ve told people repeatedly that I love to write, life is crazy, I don’t know where I’m going to go with my writing career, and, more recently, that I’ll have to put it on the back burner for the moment due to other creative endeavors. And I wouldn’t be at all surprised if what I’m unintentionally telling people is that I’m very confused, uncertain and I certainly don’t like writing, but, if anything, I’m only delaying something inevitable.

Well, let me get it all explained now. I’ve heard quite often, and even seen on blogs recently, that sometimes a person can a gift to understand or see the world in a way that no one else can. Musicians, painters, writers, mathematicians- you name it. Even my sister, who paints, kind of does it. I’ve seen writing blogs where the person says that writing is necessary to them. Well, that’s probably one reason why it took me a while to realize I like writing, because I kept expecting there to be some moment when I would walk into a room and start creating whole stories around the people in the room. It never happened.

And then, I’m sure people really wonder about me when I say that I ‘decided’ to write a story because I felt like writing about some ‘subject’, as though I had suddenly caught a craving for chocolate. To me, that does not sound like I’m serious about what I’m talking about.

Well, writing is not necessary to me. Not as necessary as the air I breathe. But I love doing it. Sometimes it hits me. It’s not just a hobby. It’s not just something that’s caught my fancy. I actually really like doing it. Believe me, I’m lazy. I wouldn’t have even got this far, or thought about getting further, if I didn’t actually really like it. And as to writing about some subject that suddenly caught my attention, well, I don’t really have anything to say about that. I guess it’s just my method, and partly based on why I started writing in the first place. I will say that these things I ‘pick up’, I take seriously.

This is my statement of my love for writing. It’s a little odd. Inspiration for blogging doesn’t always make sense. I will say to any fellow writers (or want-to-be-writers) out there. If you’re expecting a moment when you’ll walk into a room and see characters and stories rather than a real people (basically have a genius moment) don’t wait for it. It may happen, it may not. However if you see a strangely cheerful man in a suit walk by, and you suddenly feel like writing a Ballad of the Happy Businessman, that’s good enough reason to try out writing.

Happy writing all!