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
Writing these days Read More »
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
I didn’t do a timed writing prompt today. It’s been a month of writing one every day, and I wanted a rest. I did receive a crit back on a story, and I spent this morning (and this evening) rewriting that. I figure the goal is not to do a specific prompt so much as
writing today. . . Read More »
Tuesdays are my busy days. I have a meeting very early for the day job. So it means I don’t have a lot of time for writing. I was feeling pressured this morning. I didn’t want to write. I was thinking about taking a day off. Seriously. I’m thinking that someday this week, I should
This morning, I *really* didn’t want to write. I did *not* feel like sitting down and working. But I have this commitment, so I made myself do it. Today’s prompt was “Write about a year ago.” I tried to get into the headspace of Alice, and her looking back over a year’s time. And it’s
Writing prompt and stuff Read More »
Today’s writing prompt was, “This is not about. . .” The robber baron of the neighborhood (Ester’s Park is a name that I’m taking for a spin, currently) made his grand appearance today. He owns the fourplex that old Mrs. Stewart lives in (she of the French poodle with the odd buck teeth named after
Today’s writing prompt was, “Something seemed different.” I have a few missing scenes from the Tom and Alice story — today’s writing was one of them — when Tom tells Alice the bad news — when we learn what’s wrong with him. It turned into something much more interesting than I’d originally planned, as it
The prompt for today was, “Write about meeting someone for the first time.” It turned into a prose poem, from the first person POV of Therese, and the first time she met her lover Marta. I haven’t had the urge to play with words like that for *ages*, so I am very pleased. It’s day
This morning was another good writing morning — the prompt was “Write about something you regret doing.” There came Lilly, the owner of the bottle shop in the neighborhood, and her very solitary life, and how at one point it wasn’t so solitary. It was very much a “the path not taken” kind of story.