I had an interesting writing prompt this morning. The prompt was, “This is the voice of my body.” At first, I did a prose-poem type of thing that was very personal, talking about the voice of my body. Then I started in on a fictional thing — from the point of view of a homeless […]
Another WisCon has come and gone. It was a marvelous convention for me. I thought I’d actually try to do some kind of con report this time. However, after I started I realized that it was merely a list of wonderful people I’d met and ate with and chatted with and flirted with . .
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Yeap — here I am, doing the day job today. That’s okay. Today (Sunday), Monday, Tuesday. . . Then . . . WISCON!!! This morning the prompt was, “It’s too soon to tell.” It ended up being about Barnaby Jones, who lives in the neighborhood, and why he’s a cook, not a chef. It was
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The day job continues to be insane — way too many hours. I am still continuing to do the 30-minute writing prompts. I’d started rewriting some of the stories, but I just don’t have the brain or the time for that in the mornings. Swimming in the chaos of creation is about the only way
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Today was a *great* writing day. The prompt was, “I can imagine.” And there was Terry, a writer, and there was Ester, his muse, dreaming in her tomb in the depths of St. Stephen’s. (For though she may be dead, she still dreams. . .) It was nice to find one of the Esters for
This morning’s writing prompt was, “Wearing that ring. . .” It was an interesting process this morning. I started out by describing the ring that I currently always wear on my thumb. After a couple of paragraphs I figured out that it was a man, Tony, who was wearing it. Only it was a pinky
*waves* I’m really busy with the day job right now. This means I don’t have a lot of time to check LJ. I’m way behind in the reading of my FL again I’m sorry to say. The day before yesterday the prompt was, “Write about falling.” For some reason, that topic didn’t interest me in
I didn’t do a writing prompt for yesterday, Sunday. It was a day of drawing into my soul, of reading on the chaise lounge, looking out the window, hanging with the cat. I’m glad I took another day off — I think I needed it. Today’s prompt was, “Write about the edges of things.” And
Morning! (What? I’m starting this when it’s ten minutes to noon. Still officially morning.) Yesterday’s prompt was about wanting to leave someplace when you couldn’t. It wasn’t the best writing day — I started fleshing out the character of Ezra, the middle-aged black gentleman who owns Fredrick’s cheese shop (he just kept the name, as
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Today wasn’t the greatest day for writing. Though I’m awake, I still feel a little sluggish. I decided to read both yesterday’s and today’s prompts, then choose between them. Yesterday’s was, “Once, with another woman. . .” Today’s was, “I can never say all that I know.” I started off doing more of a journaling