This morning was a good morning. The prompt was, “Just beyond the edge of the woods”. It turned out to be Greta and her family who lived just beyond the edge of the woods, in among the trees, the walls of their house dappled with sunlight. It felt very much like a fairy tale. I […]
Today’s prompt was, “Write about what’s under your house.” I have two people who live under me, in a basement apartment. So I wrote about Bridget and her experience with her downstairs neighbors, and how the old cat lady disease actually is contagious. *G*
Had a *great* time at Norwescon, hanging out with jaylake and bridget_coila and Todd Lockwood and Syne Mitchell and Bob Kruger and Michelle “Miki” Garrison and many, many others. I did a reading for the Broad Universe rapid fire reading. I also read for Talebones, Live!. Laughed and talked a lot. Considered the entire weekend
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I’m both pleased and dissatisfied by the writing I did this morning. The prompt was “This is what women don’t know about love.” Then Mandy’s Magik shop showed up, just up the street and around the corner from Tomas the green grocer. It was therapy writing, and not a single thing from it could be
Yesterday’s writing prompt almost produced something — the prompt was “Dubious Intentions.” I kind of am sorry that it came up on a day when I was feeling so bleh. I might take it and do something that actually works at some point. Today’s prompt was “Write about changing your mind.” I wrote a real
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This morning’s prompt was “Write about a body part.” I wrote from the POV of Theresa, and how she loved Ella’s hands (her partner.) Lots more thinking today about writing, even some thoughts about the novel again. (gasp) I’ve started doing morning pages in addition to the writing prompts, processing through all of this stuff
This morning’s writing prompt was “I still don’t know” — I turned it into more of a journaling piece about still not knowing how to love. Searching for that emotional connection. I’m starting to do “The Artist’s Way” again — starting with morning pages again. I generally journal when I need to, and don’t when
Yesterday’s prompt was “You are asleep. You’re not at home.” Today’s was “Write about a town you’ve passed through.” Both sessions were good, and both provided a lot of fodder for thought.
Yesterday’s prompt was “Write about what you’ll miss when you die.” Not what you’ll regret, but what you’ll miss. I started the writing prompt with writing the last scene of the story of Alice and Tom. The story ended emotionally where I wanted it to end, though the words were different than what I’d envisioned