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Halloween Prompts

A coffee shop that is only open at night.Two batty old ladies come into town. They seem lost and confused. They share a pair of glasses to read the menu, and order lunch, at the local diner. Everyone in town takes it for granted that they're just harmless, absentminded old ladies. But really...Someone who is given all the time in the world, but the thing they want most has been taken away.A cafe that puts a different drug than caffeine into their coffee.A woman who is slowly losing her ability to move, but the doctors can't figure out why. All scans and test come back normal, because it's not a physical/medical reason.A pair of glasses that let you see other dimensional beings walking around and interacting with our world.A piggy bank that holds your dreams and wishes for later.Trick-or-treating on a space station.The first Colony Harvest Festival on a new planet.Every sign/billboard, anything with written words, starts to communicate with you.A harvest maze where you have…

Two Thousand a Day

I'm trying to move toward having that regular habit of writing again. This morning I sat down, pulled out the Chromebook, and tried to put words on the screen.I didn't get very far.So, I put on non-pajama clothes, went to my local cafe, and caffeinated. I closed my eyes and slowly sipped the hot coffee. Nothing fancy, just a medium roast with a splash of cream. It was wonderful. I love those first sips of coffee for the day. I love taking them slow, and really paying attention to the caffeine's effect. As if every cell in my body is coming out of hibernation.A few moments of this and I felt ready to write. But, write what? I have a few ideas swirling around in the back of my mind, but no story ready to be told. This is why I haven't been writing. The catch is, I know it will stay this way until I get back into the habit. So, stream of consciousness was my only option. Didn't matter what I wrote, just that I am writing.I opened up a new document and got my fingers …

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Capricious by Nature

Years ago, a friend texted me out of the blue. He told me I was 'as capricious as a lark.' He didn't really mean anything by it. Just bored and texting random things to friends hoping to get a reaction out of someone.I, of course, took it way too literally, and not quite remembering what capricious meant, looked up the definition.Capricious (adj) given to sudden and unaccountable changes of mood or behavior.Reading these words was like a light turning on in my brain. An instant revelation of better understanding myself. A perfect definition of my character. I am one hundred percent capricious by nature.Since that day I have owned it. Embraced it. Been set free by it.I finally understood why I didn't seem to have the discipline of the everyday as I've seen in other people. People who can get up and go to work week in and week out at the same job. It has always amazed me how anyone could stand to do the same thing season after season. And wondered what was so wrong w…