Monday, April 5, 2010

Today's Prompt: Determined

If at first you don't succeed, try, try again.
Giving up is for losers.
Get in the zone.
Coffee's for closers.

What drives you to improve? How many times do you have to fail before you're good at something?

Write about it.

Monday, March 29, 2010

Today's Prompt: Rush

You can't slow down. You're in a hurry to get things done. What will happen if you drop the ball? On the flip-side, what will happen if you're too hasty?

Or, perhaps you could explore that exquisite jolt that travels up your spine when you feel you're being watched and admired by a special someone.

What's your rush today?

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

2/23/10 prompt: grey

What does grey signify to you today?

A weathered, fading photo of times long past?
The way you feel when after a week of sunshine, grey clouds loom overhead?
Does your mind drift to thoughts of that major component of the central nervous system, grey matter?
Are there are no black and white solutions to a problem; only shades of grey?

Write about what 'grey' means to you.

Monday, February 15, 2010

2/15/10 prompt: hiding

Today's prompt is "hiding." Who is hiding from you? Who are you hiding from? Are you hiding anything? What's just beyond your field of vision? If you're looking for something or someone, do you know where to find it?

Monday, February 8, 2010

2/8/10 prompt: love

Today, let's write about love. But which kind of love will you choose? Of course, there's romantic love in this week that leads us to Valentine's Day. But have you considered familial love? The love of a parent for a child? Platonic love? The profound oneness and devotion of spiritual love? Narcissism? Oh, so many loves to choose from. Which one will inspire you?

Photo courtesy of Leon Brocard.

Monday, February 1, 2010

2/1/10 prompt: bud

In cold, barren winter, I'm overjoyed by the first hints of spring. Crocuses bravely peeking out from the mud; tiny buds forcing themselves to confront the chill. Today's prompt is 'bud'. What thoughts does it conjure for you?

Give yourself 5 minutes, 10 minutes, whatever amount of time you like. Then see what buds from you!

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Sunday Scribblings #199 - Yes (10 minute timed writing)

crawl out of bed
strip the sheets
stumble in the shower
towel off.
throw on some clothes.
avoid the mirror.
Walk back to the bed stand.
Pick up the worn prayer card.
Stick it in the bible, place it firmly on the bookshelf.
Revisit the closet.
Shimmy out of the grey sweat pants.
Slide into that purple dress.
Shake it in front of the mirror. Yes.
Grab an umbrella and strut on out of there.
Drink up the rain. Don't drown in it.
Splash out there until you find someone else who is lonely too.
Practice togetherness again.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Sunday Scribblings #198 - "The Good Old Days" (15 minute timed writing)

Melanie swore off men again. She’s not in the mood for entertaining. The doorbell rings and she stays still, eyes wide like a woodland creature, hoping her predator won’t hear her. Two more fairly insistent rings, then whoever it is (is it actually Dick? She can’t tell- ) goes away.
 After she makes sure that all her doors and windows are properly locked, Melanie checks her inventory.

The Moosewood Cookbook. That would mean going shopping. Out of the question. There are no sunglasses in the world big enough to cover this bruise. What else?

 Five cans of tomato soup, saltines, two six-packs of Dr. Pepper, one slice of quiche in a doggy bag, some leftover zucchini bread, a Yoplait cup, and a bottle of Heinz. She will survive.

Melanie decides to sequester herself in her home studio for the weekend. Conduct her own purification rituals. Cleanse. Sweat it out. Regroup. Rejuvenate. Love herself.

Dick’s no great wit, anyway. His faded jeans and earrings don’t make him George Carlin, despite her best fantasies. Melanie resolves to hold out for the real George Carlin next time. Wait- there will be no next time. A woman would make a better soul mate. She lights a cigarette and walks over to the turntable. She rifles through her albums, searching with her fingers for the well-worn sleeve. Ah. Found it. She plunks the needle on, hears the crackle-pop, and waits. She will settle for no less than Carly Simon.

Sunday Scribblings

For months now, I've been lurking around at Laini Taylor and Meg Genge's Sunday Scribblings writing prompt site. I think I'll pony up now and post my timed writings based on their fantastic prompts. Here goes!