No, No, NaNo or, Just Do It

NaNoWriMo --National Novel Writing Month--the month* in which participants vow to write a 50,000-word novel--and some of them do--began yesterday. The goal--if you want to reach 50,000 words and win NaNoWriMo (which from this point on will be called NaNo), you need to write an average of 1667 words a day. I've registered for NaNo--there's a … Continue reading No, No, NaNo or, Just Do It

Friday Fictioneers: Used to Be

The Friday Fictioneers Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photograph.   * USED TO BE "The convention center? Well, go about six blocks, to where the old movie house used to be--the one that burned in '87--What'd you say, Fred?" "It's The Oaks now. Condos." "Oh, that's right. Well, just before the condos, turn right, and when you … Continue reading Friday Fictioneers: Used to Be

Friday Fictioneers: The Red Shoes

The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.    The Red Shoes "A photo prompt? Ooooh. High-heeled lace-ups." "What's that book?" "So retro—art reference—I want." "No. That one. Red cover, gold letters, dog… E-G-P-U-something-C-A-R-O—" "Zoom in. RECRUIT. Dog?" "CAROLINA." "Which Carolina?" "OUTH… D-E-R—" "DEPOT. Red pumps." "ND OUTH CAROLINA…" "MARINE CORPS … Continue reading Friday Fictioneers: The Red Shoes

Objection & the #ROW80 Report

We begin with a question: Before airing tonight's Inspector Lewis mystery, PBS issued the usual disclaimer, something like, This program contains material that some viewers might consider objectionable. Viewer discretion is advised. Now. Every program contains something potentially objectionable. Objection is a matter of choice. (Why doesn't the same disclaimer run before afternoon soap operas and tacky prime … Continue reading Objection & the #ROW80 Report

Tampering with perfection & #ROW80 Report

I am so tired I ever could. Because last night I waltzed up to the watermelon buffet and chose Complete the edit the AMW story for its (I hope) final major critique If I'd been taking naps, #1 would be only a memory. But there's more to do. Weeks ago, I edited out a couple of … Continue reading Tampering with perfection & #ROW80 Report

Fort Worth Indie Film Festival & # ROW80 Report

It appears to be Wednesday--the scheduler from my doctor's office had to tell me it wasn't Thursday, but since her call woke me up, I take no responsibility for mixing up the days--and thus time for the #ROW80 report. If I were playing by the rules, I would have reported last Sunday, but we'd been … Continue reading Fort Worth Indie Film Festival & # ROW80 Report

What Have I Done?: The #ROW80 Wednesday Report

My #ROW80 goals posted on July 10, plus progress: Edit the AMW story for its last (I hope) critique; Not yet, but tomorrow I'll get a critique from another partner. It's better to have everything in before making changes. Write and schedule the WWW post at least two days before the July 19 deadline; It's finished, and SIX days before the deadline. I'm … Continue reading What Have I Done?: The #ROW80 Wednesday Report

Night of the Violent Mirdango

“Oh, Lord Azoth.” Miss Brulzies laid the palm of her soft little hand on his cytanic dargest. “That is just the most impressive, the most cytanic dargest I've ever come across.” Adjusting his eyewire, Lord Azoth said with a flaudant gipple, “You little hoyden. You knew wearing that white ignibrate would jackonet my kreits. And the rose sticking out … Continue reading Night of the Violent Mirdango

100 Words: I Told You–

Friday Fictioneers: Write a 100-word story based on the prompt.     Screams pierced the air. The woman dropped her trowel and raced across the yard. “What happened?" Pushing through a ring of children, she lifted the crying child, examined the swelling lip. A Greek chorus erupted. “--wasp--” “--hydrant--” “--stung--" “Lisabeth, I told you not to drink from the hydrant.” Then, … Continue reading 100 Words: I Told You–

100 Words: Lovestruck

Friday Fictioneers: Write a 100-word story based on the prompt. When Derek fell for LucyMae, he immediately introduced her to his wife. "Look, Mandy." His tone was reverent; his eyes betokened lust. "Isn't she gorgeous?" "Good gosh." Mandy touched the hull. "Water, water everywhere and all the boards did shrink. Where does the albatross sit?" "Hydrate her, the … Continue reading 100 Words: Lovestruck

100 Words: Nothing But Gray

Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the prompt. ***** Nothing But Gray Paul stood, hands in pockets, looking out. She's set four places again, he thought. And she sits in a different chair now, doesn't talk, just looks out the window at nothing but gray stone. She brought in a covered dish. … Continue reading 100 Words: Nothing But Gray

Jo Stafford Sang at My Wedding

"Today, celebrate three songs that are significant to you. For your twist, write for fifteen minutes without stopping — and build a writing habit." Oh, all right, might as well stop complaining about these Do-Not-Edit twists. Nobody's listening. Fifteen Minutes: I can't think of three songs that are significant to me. I can think of … Continue reading Jo Stafford Sang at My Wedding

The House

Only Day 2, and I'm already tempted to drop out of Writing 101. Yesterday I had all day. I started early, ignored the instructions and wrote what and how I wanted, and took my time doing it. Fine. Today I had both morning and afternoon meetings, and now I'm as tired as I was when … Continue reading The House

One Pure Thought From My Wild Mind

Never again.   That's what I said when I received my M.A. No more school. I'd learned enough. More to the point, I'd stayed up for thirty-six hours at a stretch drafting and typing reams of literary criticism too many times. I'd tired of having to take off the weight (peanut butter) that appeared with … Continue reading One Pure Thought From My Wild Mind

No Complaints

Here's how ROW80 has gone since Sunday: Monday: Late entrance into ROW80; post took two days to complete; goals set, not attempted. Tuesday: Type type type type type type type type type type...316 words. Wednesday: Type type type type type type type type type type...323 words. Thursday: Type...type...44 words; one word was XXX. Friday: Type … Continue reading No Complaints