Daily Prompt

 December 3, 2015

All writing needs dialogue. Most of us have conversations with our computers or worse, with computer support. Write dialogue between self (S) and computer (C) on any topics as a bulleted list. 20 minutes! go!

 

 

December 2, 2015

 

An email sent me into a panic yesterday. My writing group would like a short story or poem about Christmas, happy or sad. Well, now what? I have some tear-jerkers, but who needs that? Put a philosophical spin on an otherwise sad memory. Write down some things you associate with a "learning moment"--go ahead. Picture it, make a list or write in your journal. 18 minutes. GO!

December 1, 2015

 

What is your favorite color combination? Why do you like those colors together? Do those colors remind you of high school? home? a vacation somewhere? EZ-PZ prompt today as we kick off December. Just remember, you write. Write steadily. Out of ideas? Write the same word over and over until new words come. Beefing up the sessions again: 15 minutes! Go!

 

 

 

November 30, 2015

Let's ease back into writing. Yes, the holidays are upon us. No, you can't quit for a month or more! Light a match. Blow it out. What image pops into your mind? Write for 10 minutes.
November 23, Daily Prompt

What is the most primal and lasting of our senses, sure to call up a memory? SCENT. Which of the senses do writers most frequently leave out? Touch, but sense is a close second.
Twenty minutes: Write, even if it starts as a list, about a scent from childhood. Grandma's kitchen? A walk to school in the shade of eucalyptus trees? Vick's VapoRub? An aunt's perfume?
Go! Start writing.
November 22, 2015 What is your happy place? Put us there! Write for 20 minutes.

My Happy Place
Sunshine beating into my shoulders as I lie on the sand. Heat flows into muscles long neglected. I feel new.
Children laughing and screaming as the waves curl around their feet in white blankets of foam. I join them jumping waves and plop in. Cold salt water swishes over me. The worst part is over, the dunking of shoulders and face. I stand and plow forward through oncoming breakers, dolphin flying under the biggest waves, tumbling like seaweed when I dive too late. The surge knocks me down and under.
Back to the beach, I grab my board and take my place in the lineup off shore. Surely, I can catch a wave again. I paddle. The wave passes. I back out. I try again. And again. My hands are turning blue with cold. My face sports a new sunburn. One wave.
It is small, and the other surfers are pointing seaward. I push myself into the swelling trough. Strength, baby, strength. Paddle with all you’ve got! Whoosh, we go over the falls and into the line moving left past the past the hotel, past—and UNDER—the pier.
My toes scrape in the shallows. I am laughing aloud. Oh yes, this is my happy place.