Sparks

The reason writers write

Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer’s voice on the page. Today’s Sparks is an excerpt from Sally A. Kilgore’s Blog, Daybits. Three years ago, I fed Bob Kilgore his breakfast and he hopped up in the kitchen window to sunbathe. I sat at the kitchen table with my cappuccino, wondering what we had done. We had uprooted from a place we’d been for close to twenty years, a shady place of green lawn, a hilly yard, and the comfort of good neighbors. We had decided to downsize our home and build something fresh and new while we were at it. So, I sat in the new kitchen with Bob, sunlight blazing in, a sodded backyard, boxes to be unpacked. Our home – Mildred – was an island in a construction zone, surrounded by mud, with a porta potty next door. We’d been deliriously happy, the house…

Prompts

Caught Up . . . Prompt 788

Are you, or is your fictional character, caught up? Caught up with current slang Caught up with current events Caught up with something that takes too much of your energy or time Caught up with TV shows you want to watch. Caught up with correspondence: letters, emails, texts, phone calls, messages Caught up with things that need to be done? If yes, how does that feel? If not, what would it take to be caught up?

Sparks

A Memorable Day

Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer’s voice on the page. A Memorable Day By Cheryl Moore We had arrived in Mashad, a city in north east Iran, the night before. It is the site of the holy Shrine of Imam Ali Reza, the eighth Imam, a site where the followers of the Shi’a branch of the Islamic faith make pilgrimage. The mosque was a beautiful, gleaming white structure with four minarets, one at each corner. Women must cover up with a chador to enter. As I didn’t own one, I had to borrow one, but it only came to my midi-calf, not my ankles, as it did on Iranian women. My pale skin and blue eyes gave me away as a foreigner. I couldn’t just blend in. Before entering we had to take off our shoes and leave them outside on the steps. I hoped mine…

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The Clicking of Heat

Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer’s voice on the page. The Clicking of Heat By Robin Mills Lying in bed in the early hours of the day, I hear a clicking sound. I know what it is, but what it does is to throw me back to a previous home where the thermostat nudged the heat to come on, making a click clicking as it did. That for years served as my alarm clock. That nudging started the huge monster of a gravity fed heating system that lived in the basement of my 1926 craftsman bungalow. A furnace so large that two grown adults on either side, outstretched arms trying to hug it like a big tree, could not join hands around its massive body. Maybe braise fingertips at best. I had never encountered gravity fed air before. No moving parts. Just rising heat tumbling into…

Prompts

Magical . . . Prompt #784

A writing prompt can be a word, a phrase, a book title, a line from a poem, or a line from a song. Today’s writing prompt is a word: Magical Write whatever comes to mind when you think “magical.” Blog posts that capture magical and creativity musings. Writing is Magical Creativity as Magic #justwrite   #amwriting   #iamawriter   #creativity