Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer’s voice on the page. My Pen Tonight By Cheryl Moore My pen seems to have run out of words. Minutes tick by—tick, tick, tick But no matter how hard I try All starts dry up and say good-bye. When Cheryl Moore came to California in the early 1960’s, she realized she’d found her home. Moving to Petaluma in the 70’s, she was as close to paradise as she’d ever get. Travel has taken her to Europe and the Middle East. She has written on these memories as well as on the flora and fauna of the local river and her own garden. Chery’s writing has been published in “The Write Spot to Jumpstart Your Writing: Discoveries,” available from your local bookseller. Print and ebook available through Amazon. Also available through the Sonoma County Library system.
Movies! . . . Prompt #779
Movies! What movie made you laugh more than any other? Your all-time favorite movie. Why? Write about a movie that deeply touched you. Write about a movie you saw as a teenager. What movie do you remember seeing as a child? What makes these movies memorable?
Jumpstart in Meter
Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer’s voice on the page. Jumpstart in Meter By Ken Delpit I wonder if it makes good sense, to do Jumpstart in meter.I mean, what’s the point, masking oneself, like a blindfolded trick-or-treater?It all depends, I suppose, on the prompts that we are given.It could turn out to be mere folly, or crazier still, madness-driven. Marlene always says, “Just write,” so just write is what we will do.We will contemplate the prompts, one at a time, and stir them into our stew.Time will tell us, as our words spill out, no need to pre-distress.We’ll know soon enough if we’ve got a yummy meal, or just some metered mess. Prompt one says: What bothers me…, I don’t care…, I’m tired of dot-dot-dot.So, right away, we must gaze inward, and put ourselves on the spot-spot-spot.One thing that can be tiresome is overuse of…
High white clouds skittered . . .
“High white clouds skittered, their color matching the sheep that ambled below.” From: “How to Knit a Love Song,” by Rachael Herron Your turn: What beautiful phrasing can you conjure?
Woulda, coulda, shoulda . . . Prompt #778
Woulda, coulda, shoulda . . . If I had . . . then . . . Or, the opposite: If I hadn’t . . . then . . . #justwrite #amwriting #iamawriter
It’s All Grist for the Mill: Weathering the Ups and Downs of the Creative Life
Photo Credit: Erin VonRuden Guest Blogger Mary Kole writes about the creative journey: As much as I wish this wasn’t the case, the creative life is full of ebbs and flows, highs and lows, and any other image you want to ascribe to the push and pull of the artistic temperament. Whether you admit or not, you are a writer, a creative, and an artist, whatever that means to you. If you find yourself grappling with writer’s block or struggling to reignite your passion for writing, fear not. This is perfectly normal, and every writer faces these challenges at some point in their creative journey. And it is a journey. Some writers are only interested in publication, and I can absolutely see where they’re coming from. But they will be in for a long and disappointing ride if they can’t derive pleasure, satisfaction, and fulfillment from the act of writing…
Something no one knows about . . . Prompt #777
Writing Prompt: Write about something no one knows about you. “The Write Spot: Memories” available from your local bookseller and as print and ebook from Amazon. Just Write! #amwriting #justwrite #iamawriter
Identify with Trees
Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer’s voice on the page. Identify with Trees By Cheryl Moore Looking at the Chinese Zodiac, I don’t find an animal I can identify with. Why are there only animals? Why not plants? If there is a living thing I mostly identify with, it is a deciduous tree. Trees are tall, stand upright. They reach up to the heavens; I am tall, upright (at least most of the time). I reach up to the sky doing my morning exercises. Trees are more silent than most animals—no barking dogs or yowling cats, trees only whisper when they sway in the wind. Their annual cycle ranges from quickly budding in spring, like childhood, then full glory in summer like the energy of early adulthood, until their final flash of color, ageing until their bare branches in winter resemble skeletal bones. A bit rough…
Bold Step . . . Prompt #776
Write about a bold step you took or are taking. #justwrite #amwriting #iamawriter
Role Model . . . Prompt #775
Do you have a role model? Write about a person who inspired you, encouraged you, didn’t ask for anything back in return. Someone who enhanced your life. Or: Write about someone you mentored or were/are a role model for. Photo of my role model: My paternal grandmother showing my sister and niece how to make noodles circa 1974.