MY FIRST EDITION PHOBIA THE AFTERMATH

Hello to my great full respected readers. I am always pleased when you enjoy my silly thoughts. Thank-you.

I know it has been a while that I have blogged, but I have been quite busy, trying to edit a book I have written in 1996, with all these children my daughter kept having, lol. There is no time!

Now that these children are the ages of 15, 12, 9 and 6, all soon, starting this month until September they all will be one year up. 🥳

Oh bother, that with the mother losing her head and off to find it and their father incarcerated, the full responsibility is still mine and great full they are in school allowing me to edit this one story out of several, at last.

Now, need I remind you my brain is not functioning as the term normal on any scale of degrees. Meaning I started out dumb and continued in that fashion until I had my own children forcing me to be the best possible teacher allowing them to grow in a safe environment and make them to be five times smarter than I could ever be.

Of course living in my shoes from day one, born in an outhouse in the winter, and given away at four months, kidnapped at 16-18 months, then from an orphanage by the age of three only to be molested from the age of three to seven. Then from the age of ten to fifteen beat where I ran away to the children’s aid Society. That was a bad place to live until my father fought getting me out at the age of 17 1/2 and never looked back.

I can tell you the only thing I cared about was not getting a lick en and what was for supper? Meaning, school meant absolutely nothing to me, I thought it was a punishment? So what I learned was people are extremely cruel, mean, bullies and only care about themselves. So I trusted nobody! And practiced for twelve years lol, to be the best spy ever. Didn’t help much.

By the time I was 15, I was raped, attacked, driven to the bush, <<<>>> I laugh at that now, then, it was scary as big spiders falling on you, scary as lightning hammering down right in front of you, scary as falling off a boat into shark laced waters. I’m just happy to be alive.

My first day starting a job at a hospital I was attacked being held up off the floor by a mad man, I took the wrong door. 🤓 I got the day off.

But all in all I have Heroed several times without a second thought, and always prevented with the triumph of God by my side or in my body strength and purpose.

On the serious side of things. I’ve been run over by horse and buggy run down three times before my mother stopped it, hit my car twice and here I am today. I believe I died once, and I know I spoke to the Lord-he spoke to me. I guess my mission is to raise these children.

Oh wait a minute . . . are you supposed to die when your mission in life is over or something there like that, if that’s the case I don’t want that mission I don’t wanna know my mission my mission better still be confusing and somewhere still out there.

I started writing stories when my children were in school, and me rotten at spelling and grammar and pronunciation and punctuation and a whole whack of things. 😌 the difference between (is and was). Oh bother. Present and past. But when typing my mind has no time for perfection, as I see in my mind as I tell…is, is happening now.

Anyways.

My first edition-PHOBIA THE AFTERMATH

It did all start with the black floater in my left eye causing me to always slapping out at NOTHING! Then I started wondering how to rid of it, and my mind went berserk, all by itself.

THE END

Until the FLASK DRINKERS

Working on that now.

AS YOU TYPE

Daily writing prompt
Which activities make you lose track of time?
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Do you lose track of time? I do, when I do certain things. I can guarantee hours, several hours have passed, like a trick is being played on me with something messing with the clocks. But no. The time reading on every clock in the house read the same with exceptions of a minute or two faster.

How is this possible that time slips away without a tiny hand tapping on my shoulder, “you-who, time to pee, or time to eat or time to give it a rest. It’s time to start supper or catch the bus. Hello?

But it all depends on the activities keeping me in this trance of time loop. Where there is nothing concerning time. What time? Time for what? Forget the time. I’m having a good time or I would spend no time.

Oh boy changing a room around has no bearings for time. Before I, know it, It’s getting dark out and I am close to finishing? When all along it did not seem that long a time. But in the end the whole room is washed and clean and changed. I got all the time in the world. Lol

Then the most silliest thing ever. Getting ready to leave the house for an event. I kill time. I cause time. I exploite time. Then I have to find time to straighten up the clutter I just created looking for the correct clothing just to walk out the door. There is no time left . . .RUN! “You missed the bus again.”

I can’t say cooking and dishes and tidying up, I’m fast at that. Possibably an expert by now, starting at the age of nine, no time wasted at all.

Okay, The master activitity killing any time given me is typing.

As you type as I type, time is not a factor or a reality. As the matter of fact it is the last thing on my mine or not at all. Before I know it, it is bedtime. LOL. Not all the time. But pretty darn close ot it.

AS YOU TYPE, do you lose your mind and all time? I do.

PLEASE RELEASE ME

What are you most excited about for the future?

Hmm the future, the very close future I hope.

By now I am sure you guys know I am not the brightest candle in the room by my stories, answers or all that you read by me.

As of yet I Thought, everything I have done, doing my best launching my story, Phobia The Aftermath, while it tells me, “in 72 hours, blah blah blah.” Then the 72 hours pass and I still hear nothing, prompting me to tackle the process once more and still nothing!!!

I can not tell you how many times I swore, “I did it!” Or how many times I posted my story is out. lol. Yeah me and my big mouth.

Well finally I had @JamesHardiment come and tell me what exactly is the problem? Turns out the paper colour I chose was not available.

Well it is now. James fixed everything and now in this coming future I will be extremely grateful and excited and waiting to buy a copy.

So this 72 hours into the future will be fantastic for me. I can’t wait.

Happy happy me.

Welcome Future.

WHAT IS HAPPINESS

What could you let go of, for the sake of harmony?

Harmony is the other way around for me. I could never get rid of anything for the sake of happiness rather gain something, for the sake of happiness.

Everything I have I cherish right down to the jar of paint sitting on the floor, these are my prize possessions makes me happy to see it still sitting there.

Fly? Even the fly floating dead in my glass kettle puts a smile on my face I got to see it before I drank it. Tiny little fruit fly. He needed water. Well makes me happy he got all the water he needed, floating in the ocean of no return rather my face.

Let me tell you though. For absolute harmony it would be additions. I would need additions for absolute harmony.

I smile at everything in my life whether it’s pesky or that jar of paint on the floor.

I’m surrounded with love, complete harmony. My extended happiness would be addition. And addition to what you may ask, addition to my home a larger home. Space. We need space.

I was given the unexpected honour of taking care of four abandoned children, so the only thing to complete this sake of harmony clearly would be addition to this small home.

Yes, this addition, would be complete harmony.

Oh, but wait a minute . . .As she smiles.

I did however get rid of a husband finding complete harmony. Phew!!!

It seemed like I became blind one day and there after, believing I accidentally married my father? Uncle? Brother? My life was not my life anymore, I lived in fear wanting therapy. 

(Do this, do that,

you can’t do this, you can’t do that?

What do you mean friend? You don’t have friends!) Then things progressed to the bad.

Getting rid of an abusive Bully gave me great harmony. 

WHAT IS RIGHT WHAT IS WRONG & RULES

On what subject(s) are you an authority?

Subjects by authority eh.

Well, being raised with eight other kids learning the difference between right and wrong was taught by leather belts, sticks, hands and knuckles, with rules never to be broken henceforth we were subject to authority.

Being raised up like this until the age where you are now to old to get hit, of course adding to that fact, the rules are set and the difference between right and wrong are inevitable enough you don’t step outside of the learning. But now for the people around you?

Oh bother. It’s never a pretty sight.

SEVENTY TWO HOURS LATER

I am happy to say that in seventy two hours my first book will be published. Phobia The Aftermath-The Black Death.

Yippee. Then onto editing more scary book.

The Flask Drinkers

The Red Dove & The Nameless Girl.

https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B0FDMNLF5V

MY STORY

Hey this is my story. Almost complete.

I must say the timing is taking for ever that I am doing my own editing. Seriously, so far this story is maybe twenty-seven years in the works! Holy. But for good reasons-grandchildren . . .They are all in school now.

MY ART

This is a story written by me, myself and I. I have written other stories but this is the one I chose to edit first.

Hilarious though this cover is not the first. Also my name is Constance Iola Taylor henceforth Iola Taylor C’S. Even then. I started to use my married name only to find Five other writers carry the same name-Constance Ferguson. Wow who knew?

This picture is what I put together first with careful thought. But things got botched so this was trashed.

MY ART

This is just funny to me, like being naked. Funny though how some people found this picture creepy? I don’t get the creepy part.

MY ART.

Anyway…I will be so happy when my story is finished. As of yet this day April 25, 2025 the word count holds 71,744 words.

Yes, I’m going for a novel. 80,000 words or more.

Oh yes, what is the story?

Espionage-Everybody wants to rule the world.

Do you like one of these covers?

ME.

BLACK CAT ON THE ROAD

I have seen a black cat on the road.

I was driving along when out of nowhere a Black Cat ran across the street in front of my vehicle. Of course this sent a shock wave through my body like someone dumped a massive tub of ice cold water on my hot head.

I did not kill the cat, I did not go off the road. But my face went from just being me to that of someone just jumping off a nail yelling no OUCH! But whispering, “awe a black cat.”

Then my mind spewed out superstitious quotes, “if a black cat walks in front of you, something bad will happen. If you walk under a ladder someone will get hurt. If you say Bloody-Mary three times in the mirror-she will get you and kill your friends.”

Then Still driving and thinking about that cat, my head followed this house at the end of the road. Well I could not help but to say, “That’s a stupid place to put a house. Anybody can drive off the road right into the living room or what ever it is.”

Then I thought a bit about the cat and thought, As if. No such thing. I continued onward to the store.

In the store I got what I needed paid, got back in my car and headed home.

Is it the end? NO On my way home lots of red lights and trucks and a police car or two? Were all outside that stupid home at the end of the street.

Did I do that? Was It The Superstitious thinking? Or was it that Black Cat on the road?

So am I superstitious? Na I walk under ladders SOMETIMES lol and the roads were icy that night, It was winter.

Oh yes, drop a fork a woman will visit, drop a knife a man will visit.

There is another saying but I can only remember the ending about kissing a fool. They are all old wives tales anyway or coincidences.

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Are you superstitious?
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OH THE SILENCE OF IT ALL

Beach or mountains? Which do you prefer? Why?

The question can be very easy if you have a preference, but if the mountains and the beach are both as enjoyable, as each other, the question becomes hard to answer.

Starting with the mountains they’re beautiful-they’re amazing to see, while standing in it’s silence wondering what is under it’s green blanket.

But what is the size of this mountain, is it a very short mountain is it a tall mountain? You know a bear climbed up the mountain to see what was on the other side, and on the other side of the mountain was-the other side of the mountain.

I have seen mountains from afar and wondered about climbing, then stopping to think, will there be mountain goats to butt me off, or mountains lions, bears? How far up will I get before I need to turn around and come down? Then, what lives in the mountains anyways, snakes, and spiders and little vicious creatures, that jump out at you scaring the wits out of you?

I prefer standing back and letting the beauty sink in. But mountains are a spectacular site and do they not call mountains actual volcanos anyway? (Just asking.)

No, I think let’s go to the water, let’s go to the beach, yeah the beach-the serenity while you float on your back. It’s a different kind of silent.

I love the beach as much as getting to see mountains, they both bring the same wonderments as they both are so far away from my home.

Beauty is, in the eye of the beholder and the beach & mountains are beautiful to my eyes.

It it quite joyous to see all the people sitting on towels or blankets, some under umbrellas, some just basking in the sun, picnic baskets, balls, children, running and laughing, and then the beauty of the water glistening under the sun, and the peaceful sound of the waves rushing in.

Aw the beach with it’s cool water climbing up my legs as I wade in up until my knees, causing yelps of chills on my naked skin.

I laugh, pausing to catch my breath, braving the cold to carry on to my shoulders. Believe me. This process takes me close to ten minutes before I am up to my neck in water.

But then. . .Aw yes, but then…SHARKS!

There are no sharks where I live, so they say. But! And this is a big but. I am a statistical person. Meaning, I don’t want to be on the statistical side of things to be dragged away by a shark where there’s not supposed to be sharks and believe me, the very idea-I lose my breath, and freak out and head back to shore, not swimming, running. I figure it’s more quiet.

😬 Bahahaha. I know. It was all just a simple question, but then factors jump in the way and they should be part of the answer.

So what do you prefer mountains or the beach? Oh the silence of it all.

The End.

Nova Scotia 

SO WHAT DID YOU LEARN STATE of the Word 2024

Learning state of the word 2024

Oh my. I am watching the video with the speaker telling us about all the new things we can use while creating a blog.

There are so many new tools added to WordPress that are so very cool.

The problem here for me is, all this new awesome features are going in one ear and out the other, as my brain is wowing and wondering about remembering any of this information. 😲🫣😳

Something tells me I will need to rewatch and listen very many times. 😂☺️

Playground? PWA? Blueprints? Technology 😝

Now you may ask me “So what did you learn State of the Word 2024.”

Well I learned WordPress is wider than I ever thought and extremely powerful and happy I am a part of this fantastic platform.

I love you WordPress 😁

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ACHIEVEMENTS

What is something others do that sparks your admiration?

Achievements

Everybody anybody as long as they have tried and failed, and tried again finally achieving their goal. I have great admiration for them.

I actually have tears of joy. I wonder if it’s because my childhood or even my adulthood I didn’t get to achieve much of anything. I was too busy doing other things that or not given the opportunity to even try.

I mean, dirty, dancing for Pete sakes just because she was able to run and jump up into Patrick Swayze‘s arms. She achieved what she has been trying so hard to do, and I had great admiration for that, and I cried I’m a sucker for admiration and achievements.

It’s a Marvel, and a great wonder to witness somebody’s achievements., sending me waves of admiration, except for the fact that it always makes me cry tears of joy .

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SHORT AND SWEET

What technology would you be better off without, why?

Technology is becoming increasingly damaging to society in a way that we won’t need to think for ourselves.

Not sure about anyone but myself, about this Grammarly stuff and now this AI, nothing is real. There will be no need to think for ourselves. Nothing can be called original!!

I myself am way better off with out this nonsense, I prefer to think for myself, creating wonderful ideas, making this answer short and sweet.

Making mistakes is a huge part of life.

Thank-you.

The End.

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

What’s the hardest decision you’ve ever had to make? Why?

Sometimes decisions are not as hard as we think they are, or we make them out to be. I love you so much that’s what made it hard to leave thee.

You had so many girlfriends, you said I could never be your friend yet you married me, why?

Hmm, had known this, I would not have married you, but I loved you.

I loved you so very much, so it made it hard for me to run away-this the decision I made at the age of 23-made it hard for me, but you didn’t love me and like you said, you thought it was a good idea at the time.

Well now, that made the hard decision a little easier for me so I ran away, but still waited for you to come for me. You knew where I was.

Yeah well, not 23 anymore.

We all make mistakes in life, but do we learn?

HERE COMES ONE OF MY BOOK, SOON

My Contractor

Yes here comes my book soon to be published on Amazon-Kindle reading.

I am somewhat exciting about this, but! Leary at the same time.

I need to stop believing, like I need to stop eating. And I need, to stop eating.

This man James Hardiment, believed in moi. He came to my home, saw my works, started reading my PHOBIA-THE AFTERMATH, and liked it enough to edit my story and getting it ready to publish. 🤪😮‍💨🫣☺️😬 bahahaha!!

He-James Hardiment found it spooky. This caused a giggled from me, because my intent was SCARY! Ha!

But either way boys and girls, I’m having my first book published very soon it’s just a matter of getting the right credentials wrote down for Amazon and Kindle then and only then, my smile will be wide.

Oh, as for this stopping this believing-that phobia, people tell you. . . “When you reach your goal, that’s when you die.”

I DON’T WANT TO DIE! 😠

But getting a book published was not my goal in life, wanting to make money with my head-kinda like was in there, but my actual goal was to have 1 million babies and be happy forever and ever, happily married with 1 million babies that was my goal, so I’m never gonna die. I don’t think I’m ever gonna reach that goal. 😃

So Here Comes One Of My Book Soon. within a week or so.

PHOBIA THE AFTERMATH

Followed by The Flaskdrinkers

possibly followed by a few more.

By:Constance Ferguson

Kisses and hugs to you all. & Thank-you @James Hardiment

The End