#Writing101: “Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate.”

Prompts come in many different forms. Sometimes, a single word is all you need to get your mind’s wheels turning. Here are six words:


Select one word in this list that speaks to you in some way. Have you always wanted to write about that wrong decision you made? Are you a long-term traveler looking for the right city to settle? Do you want to write a poem about your relationship?

The beauty of the one-word prompt is that it’s open to interpretation. What do you think of when you hear this word? What do you see? This word is simply the seed for your post: feel free to shape your idea as you see fit.

Jack Sparrow: Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate.

Treasure. To mean it connotes something to desire. to obsess about to search after and sacrifice for. Something to covet. Something to strive for. Is it a coincidence that in the “Pirates of the Caribbean” films Jack’s notable McGuffin is a compass that points the way to the heart’s desire of who ever holds it?

But what is treasure? Not the dictionary definition  – what does the word make you feel?  Treasure negates reason. Maddens. Intoxicates. It drives you to extremes.  As in Aguirre, the Wrath of God leading you to your doom, treasure takes you before you take it.

Time for a little bit more soul searching. What do I yearn for that I haven’t got or what is it that I have that I value above else.

Soul searching my ass. The answer is the forefront of my mind. It’s like scar on my face I have to ignore when I look in the mirror. It’s like a motorcyclists knee whose twinge will never let him forget the time he went a little too fast in the wet.

Real romantic true love with a soulmate who loves you as you love them.  (In that respect I’m no different from Will Turner. ) For me money won’t shake me from my path, nor power, nor privilege, not even survival. I would rather die Smiley than live a lie. Been there done that.

Its a trope, a cliche , a trueism . Every other Howard Hawks film had an otherwise indestructible hero laid low because “a woman done him wrong”

One day I will hear “Treasure” calling and will throw everything into the air and say:

“Bring me that horizon”


Love is the only thing, worth the effort associated with treasure. It lifts the lover and the loved. Good love strengthens, Mad love destroys. It’s transformative, life-changing, mind altering, soul-clarifying, world changing.

If I’m honest with myself I want it like a hungry man wants steak. Discipline and life lessons bitterly learnt control my desire but like the alcoholic with the smell of beer the desire will never go away.

Bring me that horizon.

10 Things I like about me

Today, write your own list on one of these topics:

  • Things I Like
  • Things I’ve Learned
  • Things I Wish

There are no rules, though it might help to decide in advance how many items you’d like to include, or set a timer, so you have boundaries within which to work. For example, a list of 10 or 25 or 50 (or more!) items, or intervals of 15, 30, or 60 minutes are appropriate.

Could not go too long without referencing a movie (which is something i do quite often). So with all love and respect to the movie “10 things I hate about you”

10 Things About Me

I like my natural poker face
And really deep brown eyes
I like being tall, well built and muscly 
But wish I could find clothes I like in my size

I like the way I can look at the world
And see the shadows of hidden truths 
“If you hear hoof-beats think of a Zebra”
But those aren’t the only animals with hooves

I like my taste in all kinds of movies
I like the way I like squeals
I like the view from the moral high ground
Ironically because I consider all people equal

I like the way I want to be more
An Author, Scholar, Lover of Truth, Know it All
But mostly I like the way that people can’t tell
Most days I don’t like myself at all.

I write because not writing isn’t working for me

My name is Smiley Yearwood and I am a writer.

This is my second Writing 101 and I’m for the sense of community, the daily prompts and the motivation to keep writing. For the longest time I have been suffering from depression and it’s only recently I have been officially diagnosed and started to leave denial behind and start moving up, moving on, moving forward.

I’m working on my first novel but it’s so easy to get caught up and weighed down by life and the novel gets nudged a little further into the future while you deal with the here and now.

Writing makes me happy.

You know when you have a draw packed full of stuff and it jams the desk? Till eventually you yank it open and empty EVERYTHING on the floor? Then you  work out what was jamming up the works and then put back in everything you need and throw away the stuff you don’t?

That’s me and writing. That’s why I write

Don’t be afraid of the dark

Don’t be afraid of the dark

Not trolls or jinns or the rare cupboard shark

You have a light in your chest that blazes away

And it lights up dark places to show you the way

No matter where you are you’ll always be you

And your light goes with whatever you do

Should you ever find yourself in a dark place

Remember that which dwells in the dark flees from you and the light you embrace

Grey-t Britain

The first thing that shocks tourists and visiting family more than anything about Great Britain is the greyness.

When it’s overcast, (and it is more often not), the air is sucked out of the nations lungs. Later they get bummed out by the bleakness of our cities, our surly shop staff and the fact that most of what they’ve seen about London on TV is a lie and really most of our capital city is a concrete and brick slave plantation with paper chains and fields of Sainsburys and Tescos and chain shops.

But it’s the greyness. The enveloping colourless miasma that we breath and swim in. We are born in colour and live in grey and die in the dark.


The muscles atrophy when they are not used and pumped. So it is for the spirit and the sense of the self. It’s so easy to disappear within oneself like a deep sea creature in a rocky crevice.

How to exercise the spirit? With muscles it’s what ever makes them sore. With the spirit – what ever makes your heart soar, amen.

Every day with a “Why?” in it! (Freewriting)

Sunday afternoon -The dark tea time of the soul (h/t Douglas Adams) Let the random ruminations begin!

Hugo stared at the wall daring it to be anything but what it was. Unyielding, unchanging, uninteresting. It did not alter or shift. Neither did the Djinn rune written in an ink no pure human could read.


There was no option but to do this the Djinn way. He felt his body undulate and lose weight. It felt like falling asleep but not nearly as comforting.  Anyone lucky or unlucky enough to have been watching him at that moment would have seen him appear to fade into near nothingness, a ghost image. That ghost then appeared to walk through the wall. 

The manner of why this can be is quite tedious to explain.

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