It’s been too long since I last posted a writing prompt. Since I’ve always thought of October not as a month in Autumn, but the month that signals the beginning of winter, it seems this scene should be suitable.
The scene: a cliff
Weather: It is cold
Characters: – a middle aged man
– a stunning younger brunette
Props: – an expensive piece of jewelry
– two hamburgers and an order of french fries
The story is a humorous thriller (or maybe just a bumbling idiot trying to stay alive). In one scene my hero, Torrance, is fleeing from a trio of guys trying to kill him. He realizes he is in the neighborhood of a former girlfriend. Her apartment is password protected. He has to enter a…
A few months ago I became a grandfather. Lately I’ve been watching for gifts (Christmas is coming up, first birthday next year, etc). I stumbled across an album of Lullaby music, rearrangements of Metallica songs – Rockabye Baby! Lullaby Renditions of Metallica. At first glance this seems extremely stupid, but after a closer look it just seems… well, potentially dangerous.
If you have a baby and…
Second, it’s an ‘up-to-now’ book. An autobiography is always an up-to-now book. A biography could have a completely different title.
A major concern of mine is that this will be the title of my biography. Rather than that title, I’d prefer, “Well, It Was a Good Try.”
It is funny, but is a red cover really a good idea?
I’d love to have thousands and thousands of people read what I write, but that isn’t as important as doing it because even if there are times I don’t think it’s important, I know it is.
It has to be done. It has to be said, otherwise I wouldn’t be writing it. I’d just mumble it to myself and that would be it. Of course, I hope someone else likes…
“You can’t just dump his body in the ocean.”
“That’s what he said he wanted.”
“But it’s his least favorite place. He’s not a water person.”
“So, what’re we gonna do, dump his body in the woods somewhere or on a mountainside?”
“And let the mountain lions chew him up.”
“No, we cremate him and scatter his ashes.
“But that’s going to cost money and he said…
Sitting here, day after day, trying to turn ideas into words and sentences and paragraphs that will make enough sense, cast enough of a web to grab the attention of someone, and hopefully many someone’s down the road, who will at the very least say, “That’s good.”
Today’s writers bleed a little less thanks to the computer’s xxxxxxx word processing capabilities. I’ve also found that if I write my first draft with a xxx pencil I bleed a little less. It’s xxxxx x xxx probably xxxxxx about as easy to scratch out a word,…
I wrote what I saw as a nice little poem about a leaf falling, fluttering in the breeze, bouncing along the ground, traveling far from its original home to until it was raked up into a pile of leaves and burned.
When I wrote it I had fun…