It’s ten word story time! Using the above photo prompt, write a ten word story.
And here’s mine:
With a flick of her tail, she swam toward home.
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So today I am 0% more awake than yesterday. I’m so much not awake that I didn’t even hesitate to make the second cup of coffee.
I’m a wild rebel.
Wild. Rebellious. That’s me.
Of course if you know me at all, you’re probably laughing as hard as physics allows, which is, I guess your right.
It’s another gray day, with those small, tiny angry snowflakes that always mean business. Not sure if it’s supposed to amount to much, I guess we’ll see.
And today is the mayoral election here in Chicago. I have to admit I’m not bowled over by any particular candidate, and am actively leery of several, so…this should be interesting.
I don’t expect anyone to get a clear majority, though, so it should go to a runoff.
Gotta tell you, cup two of coffee isn’t doing its thing. I thought we had a deal.
I’m getting ready to muddle through the day and go do my civic duty. Voting is always important.
Meanwhile, I hope your Tuesday is effective and productive.
Yesterday the wind was fierce. So bad, in fact, a friend in town from Minnesota was left surprised and breathless from it. And today the temperature plunged into the single digits.
She has winter weather war stories that will play in Minnesota of all places. Imagine that.
I am tired enough today that, despite drinking out of a cup like a big girl for several years now, I just dribbled my much-needed coffee. Not sure which is worse: the potential mess, or the fact that between starting this sentence and ending it, I’d forgotten the punchline.
As I said, tired.
On this flat, gray Monday, the gears in my head failing to catch, the entire outside tired of winter, I am not heading into my week inspired. I would like to be inspired, of course. Who doesn’t want to be inspired?
But instead I am much like the weather, as though it has seeped all the way through. Which it does, around this time in February.
Spring’s got to show up at some point, right?
Anyway I hope you’re having a much sharper start to the week than I am. Have a great Monday.
Hello AccounAbles! It’s Friday, so it’s time to dish about our weeks and our goals and how things are going.
Not my most productive week, writing-wise. These weeks happen, though, ups and downs are inevitable. I’ve been bad about sleeping and being regimented about getting to bed, and it absolutely shows for me the next day. That’s definitely something I need to work on.
Fitness-wise, though, I still powered through 5 live workouts this week, and I have to tell you, I really, really, really didn’t wanna today. I was hoping for some yoga, but it was old-school-style cardio, which is very much not yoga.
It was also one of my favorite instructors, Cheri, who is a rare treat, so that did balance it out. I don’t know if the workouts were harder this week than average, but I’m feeling them more.
Lack of sleep?
Something to see about next week.
The host did mention they were tough workouts, so maybe they actually were more physically challenging. Maybe fitness for me this week was just more challenging.
But I did it, so that’s cool.
Anyway, that’s me this week. How was your week?
I’m late posting today because I’ve been involved in some chat room drama.
Spurred by a dramatic return by someone who made a dramatic exit. I will spare you the gory dramatic details, but I find myself fascinated by how much like junior high things can get in the span of less than a morning if you have the right agitators involved.
Which got me thinking about writing. Which these things do. Because nothing is better writing fodder than people who act in ways that are both predictable and yet surprising.
As real people do.
Observing conflict in the wild, even conflict aimed at you (which this was) can help with plot and character development. In fiction, our characters always seem to have clear, definite motivations. People need to want something, if only a glass of water, to paraphrase the Great Kurt Vonnegut.
Sometimes, the motivation we give them in a story is bigger, deeper, grander than it has to be. Think about the contrast if something huge and story-shaping comes from something small or petty. Like in life, the small things snowball, and that can make for something compelling.
So see? Even a weird, not great morning can be inspiring. Or, scratch that, weird, not great mornings can be especially inspiring.
Hope you have a great, not-weird Wednesday.
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