It’s a holiday, at least here in the US, but why miss our ten word story prompt?
No reason, that’s why!
Using the photo above, write a ten word story. Exactly ten words. And even if it’s Thanksgiving, you can take it whatever direction you want, because sometimes you just want to write creepy. Or sci-fi. Or romance. Or fantasy. Or other genres. Ready?
“Dash of parsley.” said her grandmother,bossy even from beyond.
I need to simultaneously write my blog and be in the shower, and I think that this is just another failure of technology. That should be possible.
Although I’m pretty sure it would vastly expand the ways in which I could hurt myself, but still, progress is progress.
Thanksgiving is two days away and people are busily prepping. We no longer make dinner; it was a change I suggest a few years ago and every single year I love it more.
This year I’ve added a complication in that I’m baking a dessert. Of course there is the slightest chance that I’ll see something at the store and say, HMM, and save myself the time of that, but baking can be fun, I’ve discovered.
Rather than braving the grocery store tomorrow, I think today will be better. I hope today will be better.
Anyway, since I’ve got to do these things serially rather than simultaneously, I’ve used up my time for this part. Have a great Tuesday.
Shockingly, it’s gray again. I told you, that’s why I always hated November, the miserable grayness.
But it’s a holiday week, and those are always nice. Unless it’s a brand of torture for you, and then you have my sympathy, because it’s a unique, special brand of torture.
But the holiday lights are mostly up, and I love this part of the winter. It’s festive and bright and there’s something about changing seasons.
I also always loved Thanksgiving, at least in the days when it’s true brutal beginnings were shrouded in euphemisms. I loved the idea that, across the country, no matter who you were, no matter what your family looked like, what religion you followed if you followed one at all, we were all doing the same thing on the same day.
It always felt inclusive to me.
Of course now, people will angrily tell you how inclusive they’re not.
Anyway, I hope you find lots of little joys this week. Have a great Monday.
Another gray day, which is why November was always my least favorite month. Relentless grayness, needling icy rain, just the start of bleakness to come.
Get it together, November.
In the past few years it had forgotten itself, and November had several uncharacteristically jolly days. It seems to have gone back to its gray roots.
Though I had a few things pop up while writing this and there’s a very subtle hint of blue in the sky, so I think it heard me. Good.
I’m finally getting back to the routine after last week, though I feel like I’m moving extra slowly. Personally, I think that’s a sign of lack of caffeine, but I think my sleep patterns would beg to differ.
I’m off to do Tuesday things, I hope you have a lovely day.