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Inspirations to Comment About Anything

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What Sparks the Pen: My Inspiration to Write Right Now. Writing is a curious thing. Sometimes it flows like a river after a storm, unstoppable and wild; other times, it’s a trickle, barely coaxing itself onto the page. Today, though, I’m compelled to write—not out of duty or habit, but because something’s stirring inside me, a spark that demands to be fanned into flame. So, what’s inspiring me to sit down and craft this article at this exact moment? Let’s unravel it.

First, there’s you—the reader. The idea that someone, somewhere, might stumble across these words and find a flicker of connection or curiosity is a quiet but powerful motivator. I imagine you pausing mid-scroll, maybe sipping coffee or leaning back in a creaky chair, wondering what I’ve got to say. That imagined moment between us, where my thoughts meet yours, feels like a bridge worth building. It’s not about fame or applause; it’s about that small, human exchange that words can ignite.

Then there’s the world buzzing around us. It’s February 25, 2025, and the air feels thick with change—ideas clashing, stories unfolding, questions begging for answers. Every day brings a flood of voices, from the relentless hum of social media to the headlines screaming for attention. Amid that noise, writing feels like a way to carve out a corner of clarity. I’m inspired by the chance to sift through the chaos, to pluck out a thread of meaning and weave it into something coherent, maybe even useful. Today, that thread is inspiration itself—a meta little loop, sure, but one that’s tugging at me nonetheless.

There’s also the itch of creativity, that restless nudge that says, “Make something.” It’s not always loud or dramatic—sometimes it’s just a whisper, a fleeting urge to play with words like they’re puzzle pieces. Right now, that urge is alive, tickling my mind with possibilities. What if I string this sentence just so? What if I turn this thought upside down? Writing becomes a game, a dance, a chance to surprise myself. And honestly, the fact that I can—that I’ve got the tools and the freedom to spin ideas into existence—feels like a gift I’d be foolish to ignore.

But if I’m being real, there’s something deeper too. I’m inspired by the questions that won’t leave me alone. What moves people? What keeps us going when the days get heavy? Writing this article feels like a way to poke at those mysteries, to wrestle with them in the open. It’s not about having all the answers—heck, I don’t even have most of them—but about chasing the questions with a kind of stubborn wonder. Today, that wonders got me by the collar, urging me to spill it onto the page.

I go in streaks. There are moments where I feel incredibly motivated and inspired, as if a flood of creativity has been unleashed, filling my mind with a multitude of thoughts and ideas that I can’t wait to put on paper. It’s during these bursts of inspiration that my fingers dance over the keyboard, producing words that flow effortlessly, capturing the essence of my thoughts in a vivid way. Then there are moments of writer’s block that may extend for long periods, where it feels like my mind is trapped in a fog, and the once vibrant ideas retreat into the shadows, leaving me frustrated and yearning for the spark of creativity. Yet, just when I begin to feel defeated, it seems like a supernatural voice comes to me, whispering encouragement and helping me find the next comment about anything, reigniting the flame of inspiration and giving me the words to express myself once more.

And maybe there’s a bit of defiance in it. The world is chaotic, full of noise and distractions, and writing feels like marking my spot—however small. It’s a way of saying, “This matters to me, and I’ll shape it my way.” Not to show off, but to claim a little space where I can think freely. That quiet rebellion, that choice to create instead of consume, inspires me right now.

So here I am, tapping out these words, driven by a cocktail of connection, curiosity, creativity, and a pinch of stubbornness. What inspires me to write this article at this moment? It’s you, it’s the world, it’s the itch I can’t scratch any other way. It’s the hope that by the time I’m done, I’ll have figured out something new—or at least enjoyed the ride. And if you’re still here with me, maybe you’ll feel a spark of your own. That’d be more than enough.

An Assignment for a Night

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Here I am hovering over my assignment for the night of October 31, 2024. My assignment was to make sure Tom makes it through the night. Sometimes I wonder, how are these assignments passed out? What spirit is assigned to who and why? Or is it just a random drawing? This is something that will never be revealed to the spirit army.  

From my orders I see that Tom is a male over eighty years old. He was in his mother’s womb when Japan bombed Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941. Tom is living a typical American life. He was never famous or well known. Just one of the millions who try to do best with what they must encounter in their life. Tom was drafted into the army in 1964. He was very fortunate he did not have to experience the pain of war. He was assigned to Germany and the other seven he was drafted with went to Viet Nam. Tom always wonders why that happened and thought about that throughout his life. Why was he so fortunate? Tom did have some difficult times in his life though. Tom had to experience the hurt and pain of a divorce. Over five years of unemployment was hard and very stressful.  However, all in all, he has been very blessed during his eighty years on this earth. 

As I started my assignment, I noticed that Tom fell asleep very fast. No tossing and turning for Tom. Lights out, nighty night. His nights are full of dreams. He almost started dreaming immediately. Being a spirit I have the benefit of hearing and seeing subconscious and conscious activity. Can’t hide anything from me. 

His first dream was about Sandra. She was his first female attraction. They went through school together, from kindergarten through high school. Because of religious conflicts Tom started pulling away and after high school they went their separate ways and lost all contact. Fifty years later Tom had a dream. Sandra came to her and said. “Tom we were meant for each other. Our lives would have been totally different than what is has been”.  This woke Tom up with a start and finally after a week Tom decided to research the internet looking for some information.  

He had to go to high school alumni newsletters to acquire her married name and doing the search he discovered that Sandra died three days before he experienced the eye-opening dream. WOW! This convinced Tom that spirits and living do have on occasions contact between them. Since that experience Tom is convinced, there is time after life on earth. 

Now the time is around one o’clock in the morning. That eighty-year-old bladder says it is time for attention.  

After a couple of minutes of attending to bodily functions Tom returns to bed and immediately falls back to sleep. The next dream is about Viet Nam. Wait a minute, Tom was never in Viet Nam! This dream was through the eyes of a sergeant, and they were in a firefight with the Viet Cong. A troop crawls over to him and says, “Sarge, we can’t return fire because the Viet Cong is using civilians as shields, what should we do?” “They are slowly killing or wounding us.” After some tortious thoughts the Sargeant commands shoot them and kill those bastards hiding behind the human shields. Was this Tom or do we live parallel lives and that was a parallel life speaking and somehow the signals were sent to the wrong parallel life. The dream was through the eyes. I never saw what face I had. Mine or someone else’s? The name Sarge was used, not Tom. One will never know who it was.  

Three o’clock in the morning and the bladder is demanding some attention. Tom does what is demanded by his bladder but this time he does not go back to sleep. Coming back to bed he begins to toss and turn. He finally starts thinking about his latest project of creating video podcasts. Just before bed Tom was working on combining sound with photos or clipart and didn’t figure it out before bedtime so now some time had to be spent thinking about this obstacle. Tomorrow he will see if his options work out.  

Finally, he falls back to sleep and dreams about his near-death experience in February 2023. Tom experienced something unusual during that time. In his own thoughts he thought he took his last breath and went somewhere. He likes to say that he was in the waiting room waiting to go to time after death or return to life on earth. During that time, he experienced something out of this world. That was peace, total peace. A feeling he has never felt in his life before and has not felt since. Then the surgeons removed the blood clot and Tom returned to life on earth. Tom had a large blood clot between the lungs and the survival rate was 3 to 5%. Tom was one of the survivors. This dream was an attempt to experience that great feeling he had. Sorry, it did not work. 

Bladder calls again and then back to dreams. This was a Halloween dream since it was Halloween yesterday. It was a scary dream. Tom and his wife were in an old-fashioned streetcar, and someone came on and did something bad. The men on the streetcar started fighting with him and savaged him, tearing him up and mutilating him. He ended up with this gelatin-like substance you see in jars of pickled pigs’ feet. This nightmare was so bad it woke him up with a start. At that time, it was 7:30 in the morning and time to take his blood thinner medication and start another day.  

In summary, this was an interesting assignment. It was more interesting than I anticipated. Tom has led an interesting and full life. Tom is over eighty and knows that he is near time after life. It may be ten days from now or ten years. He has loss his fear of death from experiences in his life especially his near-death event. Now I must go to my next day assignment. Spirits do not sleep. We do not need sleep.  

Self-Publishing a Book

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Everyone has a book! Every public figure appears to have a book. Politicians, news commentators, TV stars and many other have a book for sale. They may be written by ghost writers, but they have a book.

For a long time, I had a dream of creating a book. However, I knew it would be virtually impossible to entice a major publisher to even consider a project from me. My ego is larger than my abilities and I shelved the dream of publishing a book.

I cannot remember how I stumbled onto Blurb Books. I think it happened when I was blogging on YourHub.com. This was a web site for The Rocky Mountain News, a newspaper in the Denver metro area. I think a fellow blogger mentioned Blurb Books to me and I went to their website.

My wife and I took a trip to Italy, and I wanted to create a book about our adventure. In June of 2008 I created my first book on Blurb Books. LINK

Since then, I have published over twenty creations on Blurb Books. They have many tools you can use to create your own book.

I have used their publishing software in the past until I discovered that you can now use the PDF format and send the file to them, and they can create your book. I use Microsoft Power Point to create my book and save as a PDF file and it has worked out very well.

You can keep your books private or sell them in their bookstore. Or you can set them up to sell on Amazon or Ingram. You can set your profit margin. You must remember though that you are responsible for the grammar and spelling, the photo resolutions and everything else. Therefore, proof and then again. They print what you approve!

https://www.blurb.com/bookstore

Here is my latest book LINK

For the price around a Starbuck’s latte, you can download a PDF file of this 226-page book.

Ramblings Magazine Podcast

Since the end of March, I have been combining my postings from various platforms and producing a twenty-page series of magazines named Rambling Magazine. Since I have been posting on Word Press since 2009, I have a collection of over 200 postings. I am also on Sub Stack and posted many articles on YourHub.com when it was owned by The Rocky Mountain News. Also, I was a participant of a local writing group.

I was told I should write a book with my comments about anything postings. Writing a book and compiling it may take a year or more. That is why I went with the magazine platform. Since I am in my senior years, I may have 10 days left or 10 years. I did not want to start a book and never finish it.

My podcast page is my most popular area. The current buzz word is podcast, and it has become a great addition to my site. That is why I have composed a podcast for Rambling Magazine Issue #1. We will see how the response will be.

ABOVE IS THE PODCAST FOR RAMBLINGS MAGAZINE ISSUE #1

Link to podcast page https://tomt2.com/audio-files/

There are times when I wish I was twenty years younger. I believe I could make a career out of this challenge. This blogging journey has been exciting and satisfying.

Springtime

After months of cold and snow for months the time of the best part of the year is finally here. Yes, I am talking about springtime.

Winters have become hard on me since I have been retired. I do not like being couped up in the home listening to the furnace coming on many times and for long periods. Leaving me wonder how much the utility bill is going to be this month. Ever since I have been on blood thinner medication, I am always cold. Looking out the window and seeing all the dormant leafless trees is depressing. The wind blowing and watching the snow swirl makes me feel very glad that I am inside instead of being outside going to work.

Then, as usual the weather starts to warm up, the residual snow piles begin to melt, and the days become longer. Spring is here. The trees start to leaf out. The grass starts to green up. You can see the springtime flowers blossoming and you do not have to deal with below freezing temperatures. The cure for my bigtime cabin fever is here. God is good!

Daily writing prompt
What is your favorite season of year? Why?

Reminiscing is My Interest

I think of the past more than the future. I am in my senior years and have over seventy-five years of memories, experiences, and good times. I am sure this is obvious in my articles I post. If it wasn’t for my past, I would have nothing to write about.

I am just a mere mortal. I don’t jump over tall buildings or stop speeding bullets. I have not done or accomplished anything spectacular in my life. I love my country and I am experiencing the American dream. I am praying that the American dream continues for many generations to come. I have been retired for over fifteen years and my American dream is close to being over. If you have read previous postings, you see that most are about memories or past experiences.

Friends and relatives have said I should print out my articles so they would not be lost. I said, “that is the purpose of TomT2.0 on WordPress.” However, that did make me think and that is when I came up with this Ramblings Magazine idea. Where this ends up only time will tell. I started with the WordPress postings and the next resource will be articles from a writing group I was a member in and then articles from Yourhub.com published in the Rocky Mountain Newspaper that was closed around 2012. I estimate that I have enough articles for over fifteen issues. What happens after that who knows?

Therefore, if the people who said that they would be interested in having a printed copy they have the facilities to order a copy of the magazine and it will be mailed to them. Talk is cheap and will see how many put down money for a printed copy.

https://www.blurb.com/b/11951453-ramblings-of-tom-treloar

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https://www.blurb.com/b/11976660-ramblings-magazine-issue-3

Daily writing prompt
What topics do you like to discuss?

Time for Spring

I have king sized cabin fever! I am sick and tired of the cold days. I am tired of the funny winter hats. My hands are always cold. I miss sitting out on the porch enjoying the sunshine.

I received a battery-operated hand warmer last Christmas. The name on it is Zippo. I am sure many vets remember the name Zippo. In my military days everyone had a Zippo lighter. I guess the sales of lighters these days are not that high, so they had to diversify. The hand warmer is nice though. Rechargeable and you can plug into your smartphone and use it in case your smartphone battery dies.

Denver Metro had a record-breaking snowfall recently and that did not help at all. I did not go out of the home for three days and that does not help cabin fever one bit.

The older I become the more I cannot tolerate cold winter months. If I was twenty years younger, I may consider moving to a warmer winter month state. However, I am sure family would convince us to not even consider it. I guess all that leaves is to moan and groan about the cold months.

I need a break!

Daily writing prompt
Do you need a break? From what?

Decision

I have been retired over sixteen years and all my time is leisure time. After sixty years of working earning a living, raising and providing for a family I am entitled to leisure time. Since I retired every day is Saturday! I wake up and think what will today bring just like I did when working but just one day of the week then. Now it is every day.

With that I have enjoyed doing many different things at different times. Before I retired, I had passion for model trains and this passion went through its course. Since I have retired and moved into our new home the workshop, I have in my basement. I spent a lot of time. However, that interest has decreased lately. Of course, I am aging like everyone else, and this is affecting what I can do and not do.

Lately I have been spending a lot of time writing and reminiscing about things that happened to me. I have become active in WordPress again. I had this account since 2010 but became active in it since August of last year. I have dabbled in podcasts and videos. Maybe someday I can say they are pretty good.

In conclusion, it will be close to a year since I experienced a life-threatening blood clot. I was standing in front of Death’s door and Doctor Death was holding the door open. I surprised everyone and beat the odds. What I enjoy the most since that event is living!          https://tomt2.com/2023/08/10/my-blood-clot/

Bloganuary writing prompt
What do you enjoy doing most in your leisure time?

I don’t Have a Pet

It has been many years since we had a pet. But we do have many fond memories of Missy. She was a peekapoo and we got her when she was just a puppy. Never weighed over five pounds. The only time she got mad at us was when we took her to get spayed. If looks could kill, we would be dead. But she forgave us and was a loving, friendly, and loyal companion for over thirteen years.

when Missy was a puppy, she jumped off the couch once and broke he front leg. Taking her to the vet and watching her walk around with her little cast created a bond and love that cannot be explained. When we had pork chops, Missy got the bone. She knew and just sat there waiting for her bone. What a fond memory. After many years of love and enjoyment she began to show her age. One morning I let her outside to do her business. I always went out to keep an eye on her since we had an open yard. She finished and was walking around just sniffing stuff and she looked up at me and fell over dead.

Missy will always be remembered. Throughout my life I had many pets, Ginger, Jughead, Boots, and many more. Missy was the best!

Bloganuary writing prompt
If you could make your pet understand one thing, what would it be?