Chaotically Yours

Wednesday Writing Romp #1 Link Up

2012-02-10T17:33:00.000-06:00

On Wednesday, I provided the first prompt for the WWR challenge. (I sincerely hope someone participated. But I'll keep the challenge going for weary web travelers.) The challenge was Doors (Doorways). Doors are such a common, everyday sight that we pass them and pass through them without giving thought to the role they play in our lives, our mythology, our fiction. They act as

Red Writing Hood: The Braying of the Groom

2012-02-10T17:19:00.000-06:00

This is for Write On Edge's Red Writing Hood: Pick a Number. Pick four numbers, each between 1 and 10. Write them down so you remember. The first number will be for your character, the second your setting, the third the time and the fourth will be the situation. Then take the four elements and combine them into a short story. All four you picked MUST be your main elements, but you can add

Wednesday Writing Romp #1

2012-02-08T18:28:00.000-06:00

Doors are such a common, everyday sight that we pass them and pass through them without giving thought to the role they play in our lives, our mythology, our fiction. They act as barriers and gateways. The doors to our home keep us safe from the things that go bump in the night. They keep us safe from the world. Sometimes, they keep the world safe from us. They are entrances. And exits.

Stories In Dust: The Idea File

2012-02-07T13:46:00.002-06:00

Your former glories and all the stories Dragged and washed with eager hands - Siouxsie and the Banshees Over at Write On Edge, Cameron talks about The Loser Pile and the importance of not scrapping your work: Save your ideas. Even the losers. Not every idea is a winner, but hidden in the junk pile might be the seed of something amazing. As I see it, the "loser pile" is the place that

On the Writer's Aid

2012-02-03T08:53:00.000-06:00

If you're anything like me, the first thing on the list of morning to-dos is to set the coffee pot brewing. (If you're not as forgetful as I sometimes am, you'll have the pot pre-set to start a half hour before you get up.) I've been a coffee drinker since well before I was putting words on paper. Having my first cup (loaded with milk and sugar) when I was about four years old. And it

Red Writing Hood: Conversations In the Air

2012-01-27T12:20:00.002-06:00

I've been out of the writing prompt game for a little while and decided to dive back in with the Red Writing Hood prompt from Write on Edge. This week's prompt was to look into our writer's toolbox and pull out the things that need polishing. To go outside our comfort zone. I'm not sure how far out of my comfort zone I actually went, but I always need to work on dialogue. And, it's probably

It's About Power, Not Piracy

2012-01-18T16:27:00.001-06:00

I'm all out of clever repartee. If you haven't yet, write or call your congresscritters and tell them not to support SOPA or PIPA. If you live under a rock--and it would have to be a pretty big rock, half buried under the continental shelf--and you haven't heard about either of these things yet, get thee hence to Stop American Censorship to learn more.

"Immortal"

2012-01-08T09:59:00.003-06:00

Blood Wine and Roses. A late summer evening, outside The Vesta, and a crowd of black clad teenagers gathered, waiting for the next showing of Blood Wine and Roses. Some wore cloaks, fake fangs. Others, Victorian cameos tied around their necks with black ribbon. Elissa and Gabriel came up out of the underground stairwell that led into the lobby of the theatre. Elissa leading the way, her

Six Sentences: Who's Been Sleeping In My Bed?

2012-01-06T16:40:00.000-06:00

Late at night, he sneak out. When he thinks I's sleepin'. When he thinks I don't hear him for being so exhausted from tendin' to the baby, who got a bad case of the colic. But I hear him, his big bare feet slidin’ over the floor boards in the hall and the click a’his nails, grown long. When he come back to bed in the mornin’, his hair a right mess with brambles, there’s somethin’ sticky,

[Music Mondays] Getting Back Into the Groove

2011-12-19T23:20:00.000-06:00

(Alright, it's technically Tuesday at this point, but I don't care. I started writing this while it was still Monday.) My last post was on Halloween. I disappeared in November and I don't even have NaNoWriMo to use an excuse. My creativity just took a nose dive. About the time my writing load for work increased. (I shouldn't be surprised by now. My creative drive is inversely proportional to

100 Word Challenge: Reflection

2011-10-31T09:59:00.003-05:00

Mirror by Silk Road Collection (Flickr) She’s covered the television and computer monitors, laid the paintings and pictures of her and Daniel face down, draped the CD and DVD stands with old curtains, taped newspaper across the bathroom mirrors. There’s blood on her hands, earned in her futile efforts removing glass from and pressing gauze packing to Daniel’s wounds. She can’t wash

Six Sentences: "Glancing Into the Abyss"

2011-10-22T10:57:00.000-05:00

“I think you should leave,” she says, and she doesn’t know why, because a court sealed envelope run door-to-door by Sheriff Jackson hasn’t stopped Mike and she doubts her words will. Mike grins—that feral cat grin that once made her feel wanted but now just makes her back and legs ache with the memory of bruises—and nearly breaks the hinge off the door as he pushes into the living

Journaling the Impossible

2011-09-17T20:38:00.000-05:00

Alice laughed: "There's no use trying," she said, "one can't believe impossible things." "I daresay you haven't had much practice," said the Queen. "When I was younger, I always did it for half an hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast." - Alice in Wonderland. The other day I was thinking about inspiration. Thinking about where the

100 Word Challenge: Some Days Alice

2011-09-09T15:03:00.003-05:00

The doctors encouraged familiarity for calmness. Mom had never seemed more at peace than when Alys was a girl and they curled together in her room, giggling over nonsense words. She’s thankful she saved Mom’s battered old Carroll book, her own Alice-Blue drapes and antique Sweetheart Mirror with its White Rabbit decal. Tea for Two. Via Laura Mardon - Flickr Mom shifts suddenly, says “

Flicker of Inspiration: A Cure

2011-09-04T11:40:00.000-05:00

"A Cure" - Emilie Autumn "Alicia Hankins. So...you're a doctor?" "I was. Before." "And now...ha. I guess it's like one of those old Buddhist riddles or something: is a doctor who has no patients still a doctor?" "Something like that. How's your arm doing, Sergeant?" "It's...good. I can move. And the pain is... How? That thing felt like it'd ripped it out

100 Word Challenge: On the Trail

2011-09-02T12:05:00.002-05:00

Lightning strike. Via Cafrine - Flickr Continued from my last 100 Word Challenge: "Game Change." “We have a deal then, Reyes?” And she’d shaken her new…Boss’s hand. Thought of old stories. Faust. Theophilius. Thought more about Rory—who should’ve been west of the Mississippi by then—bleeding on the floor before the Boss’s desk. She saw his face now, in the churning river beneath

Morgue File: Chicken Feet

2011-08-27T20:53:00.000-05:00

This piece in my morgue file was inspired by a prompt given for a writing contest. The prompt consists of the first several lines of the story, ending with "Grammy hummed in agreement." Image via Flickr "Chicken Feet" One night, a few weeks before the wedding, I heard Papaw telling Grammy that Mama should have waited longer than a year before hitching up with some new man.

Tweet Challenge: A New Normal

2011-08-26T14:05:00.001-05:00

I'm jumping into this week's Red Writing Hood prompt challenge, which was write a story of your choice. The catch? Write it as a tweet. Use only 140 characters – including spaces. "A New Normal"