I’ll take the opportunity now to tell you about the various ways we bloggers can exercise our writing talents. You’ll find the links for the first four in my sidebar, under Writing Help.
–Ragtag Daily Prompt: COMPOSURE
–Fandango’s One-Word Challenge :COMPENSATE
–Your Daily Word: REVEL
–Friday Fictioneers photo prompt
Click here to see One-Liner Wednesday by blogger Linda G Hill. This post is what led me to compose the message above.
And here’s a new one-word writing prompt from blogger Sue, who started it on May 1st after the April DISCOVER prompts came to an end. Click here to check it out: Jibber Jabber with Sue. Her word for today is STORY
Good morning everyone! Lovely sunshine today…when I’d rather see rain. How’s that for perversity? But we did get a sprinkle yesterday and it froze last night, so there’s front on the grass this morning.
The cats have already gone in and out, in and out, in and out. A very short train has just chugged by on the track not far from our yard, headed south with a dozen or so empty gravel-hauling cars. I’m not sure where the gravel comes from, but they use it to build and maintain track north of us.
I learned a few things about my writing, and about you, dear readers, when I did a search for my most popular blog posts two days ago. One of the rules of the Mystery Blogger Award as to list your ten most popular posts and I discovered that my MOST-VIEWED post of all time was this one: WRITING PROMPT SOURCES
I wrote this shortly after WordPress discontinued their Daily Prompt. Since I was never very devoted to following the Daily Prompt, I haven’t really missed it, plus other sites have stepped in to fill the gap. So I think it’s time I update my data, for those who are interested in writing prompts.
The 50 Word Thursdays prompt, cohosted by Kristian and the Haunted Wordsmith, offers both a photo and a line you’re supposed to use somewhere in your story, plus the story is to be written in multiples of 50 words.
And Sammi Cox offers a weekend writing prompt. She gives participants a WORD, plus a specific word-limit. This week it’s 77; last week it was 47.
I’m sure there are more but I think I’ve put enough links in this post. If you’re looking for ideas and topics, the sites I’ve listed could keep you writing all week long. 🙂
Many thanks to Rochelle for hosting this Friday Fictioneers group and faithfully sending us prompts to set our computer keys a-dancing. CLICK HERE to join the fun. This morning before I even saw the prompt I was inspired to write something this time. Now how can I resist with such an opportune prompt?
This unique photo was submitted by Connie Gayer — possibly taken at her peril. At least I wouldn’t want to get that close to anyone with a shovelful of mud. I suspect the subject here will need a bath in more ways than one after this week is over. 😉
Book Review: Getting the Scoop
In this fabulous book gardening guru Russell Gayer gives valuable tips on growing everything from soup to nuts. Readers will be impressed by the list of awards he expects to win.
Full color illustrations throughout. In this photo he demonstrates how to plant peanuts, a underground crop. According to Gayer, the deeper you plant them the more peanuts you’ll harvest.
He does warn readers, though: “Before working the soil you should verify with your city engineer’s office just how deep the sewer lines are installed in your area, if you want to produce nuts and not soup.”
Thanks to Rochelle and her commendable efforts as moderator of the Friday Fictioneers, another prompt has tumbled into my In-box. Many thanks also to Douglas MacIlroy for contributing the photo. Join this week’s Friday Fiction effort HERE.
It’s been awhile since I’ve contributed…and it may be awhile again… I’ve been in a general muddle lately! However, when I saw this prompt photo first thing this morning my muse nudged me and called to mind our clever sculptor friend, Marcel. Art Must be Flexible. She suggested this might be his concept of a bird-feeder. I chuckled, then decided to let the tale spin out and see how far it went. What do you think?
“I’m calling this ‘Birdfeeder’,” Marcel told his friends.
“Birdfeeder!” Crombie exclaimed.
“My interpretation of man’s efforts to positively impact his environment.”
“How about ‘Gone With the Wind’?” Percy suggested, examining the creation skeptically. “It’s getting rusty.”
“That’s it! I’ll call it ‘Eternal Truth’. Like ‘Dust to dust; ashes to ashes; iron to rust’…”
His friends groaned.
A woman rushed over. “It’s brilliant,” she exclaimed. “I must have it. How much?”
“Three thousand,” Marcel quoted.
As she signed the cheque Crombie nudged Percy. “There’s gotta be an eternal truth in here somewhere.”
Percy winked. “Beauty’s in the eye of the beholder.”
The Friday Fictioneers prompt has come around again, thanks to the diligent efforts of our host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and a photo prompt donation from Roger Bulolt. (Please note the photo is copyright.)
It happens that I’m prepared for today’s prompt — though palm trees would have been a nice touch. 🙂 I was inspired back in spring to write a verse from Psalm 137 and stashed it away for the right opportunity. I thought of it when I looked at this morning’s prompt, so here goes:
“By the rivers of Babylon where we sat down, yea,
we wept, when we remembered Zion.”
“Sing!” soldiers commanded,
sick of our sobbing. “Sing
some cheerful song from your land.
Stop this wretched wail.”
We who’ve seen our toddlers trampled,
our elders left to starve; our maidens
in the hands of these brutes.
Jerusalem, the beautiful city, ravaged;
the temple of our God in flames.
Sing? Not a chance!
“Vengeance is mine,” Yahweh declares.
He will repay in full measure,
Hush — the prophet speaks! ‘The fire shall purify but never consume; the waters shall cleanse but not overwhelm Jacob, my beloved.’ *
Yahweh has not forgotten us.
He will preserve his people
in the waters of Babylon.”
Apparently some study once showed that nicotine is ten times as addictive as heroin. It’s harder to quit smoking than it is to quit “crack.” Friday Fictioneers must be somewhere in the middle — it’s pretty hard to quit, too.
Every Wednesday, in the wee hours, the Blue Frog express chugs out of the station over at Word-shy Wisoff-Fields’ blog. This Inlinkz engine carries the precious prompt photo to some terrific, but ever-so-terse, writers. One by one they hitch their links to the express and off it goes around the globe collecting tales. To see all the links, go to Rochelle’s blog and click the blue frog under the prompt photo — which, by the way, belongs to Douglas MacIlroy and you may not use it without his permission.
I thought I had nothing to share this time around, and no time, either. But a few days ago I was reading about Compassion International worker Dan Woolley, who had the misfortune to spend three days trapped in his hotel lobby after Haiti was hit by a big earthquake. (The title of his book is UNSHAKEN.) Then yesterday thoughts started coming together, this story emerged, and I felt I should post it. Initially a longer and more detailed account but I managed to pare it down.
(Note: “Wings of a Dove” was a country-gospel song written by Bob Ferguson in 1958.)
The Last One Out
Ashton regained consciousness, remembered the hotel floor shaking, walls cracking. His head throbbed; dust gagged him. He shifted some, found one leg was pinned. He tried calling, only managed a squeak.
The ground trembled again. Aftershocks. Plaster crumbled; he prayed the ceiling a metre above him wouldn’t fall. His throat was a chalkpit.
Hours later he heard rustling. Rats? No. Somebody’s bird!
“M’aidez,” the myna squawked.
He grabbed it. Keep singing, sailor.
“M’aidez! M’aidez!” it screamed.
Two hours later help reached him. “We thought no one here survived. Haitian workers heard you calling.”