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Advice From a Dog
Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer’s voice on the page. Advice From a Dog By DSBriggs Find yourself a good owner. In addition to catering to your every whim a good owner should incorporate these other qualities, I explain below. Get someone with good knees because they will need to get up and down when you want to go in and out. Also someone with an opposable thumb so they can operate a can opener to serve you wet food. Which, of course, you should refuse to eat at first. Gradually your owner will succumb to your training. This is good when selecting snack treats. Note your owner’s preference (usually the cheapest) as the one treat you refuse. Get someone who knows that there is a difference between walks: fast, get down to business or mosey which should be called nosey. Serious nose work cannot be rushed. Train your owner…
Ebbs and Flows . . . Prompt #824
Writing Prompt: Ebbs and Flows Just Write! #justwrite #iamawriter #iamwriting
Something happened . . . Prompt #823
Write about something that happened to you that you wonder if you should tell people. Would it help them to know? Would it help you to write about it? Just Write! #justwrite #amwriting #iamawriter
Song Lyrics: Defying Gravity . . . Prompt #822
Song lyrics can offer inspiration to write, like “Defying Gravity” in the production of “Wicked.” Specific lines to use in your writing from “Defying Gravity.” Something has changed within me Something is not the same I’m through with playing by The rules of someone else’s game It’s time to trust my instincts I think I’ll try defying gravityAnd you can’t pull me down
A Prayer for the World
A Prayer For The World Let the rain come and wash away the ancient grudges, the bitter hatreds held and nurtured over generations. Let the rain wash away the memory of the hurt, the neglect. Then let the sun come out and fill the sky with rainbows. Let the warmth of the sun heal us wherever we are broken. Let it burn away the fog so that we can see each other clearly. So that we can see beyond labels, beyond accents, gender or skin color. Let the warmth and brightness of the sun melt our selfishness. So that we can share the joys and feel the sorrows of our neighbors. Let the earth, nourished by rain, bring forth flowers to surround us with beauty. And let the mountains teach our hearts to reach upward to heaven. —Rabbi Harold Kushner
Memory
Guest Blogger Hospice Nurse Sharon Ziff writes: We acknowledge that aging, slowing down, and death are normal stages of life. We exercise, eat healthy, think positively, and bring love and playfulness into our lives. Still, eventually, death will walk in. What if we make friends with death? Can understanding the last chapters of your life move you toward acceptance and peace? Acceptance and peace can be a gift you can give yourself and your loved ones. Sharon’s Story:I remember Mama. I wore a hat with a bee pin that was my Mother’s. I gave it to her for her birthday thirty years ago. Maybe for her 75th? I don’t remember the year. But I remember the joy of purchasing it and her face when I gave it to her. I can see it on her blouse. I think of Mother often. Every time I wear my hat with her bee pin….
Know When to Quit
I’m a fan of Brevity Blog. Here’s a favorite: “Quitting Time: Why You Need to Let Go of That Writing Project” by Allison K. Williams. “As writers, we’re sold on the value of perseverance. Just do another draft. Just keep working. Send another query, another submission. One day you’ll break through. Sit down and finish. Now. Today. This week. In fifteen-minute increments while waiting for carpool, or in one wild coffee-fueled weekend. I think I can, I think I can. I can get to the end of this sentence. This paragraph. This page. This essay. This book. But there’s value in quitting, too. Click “Quitting Time” to read the rest of Allison’s Blog Post.
Willow Springs
Willow Springs publishes two issues per year: Spring and Fall. SUBMISSIONS through Submittable Nonfiction is open year-round. Fiction and poetry between September 1 and May 31. $3 reading fee.
Winter’s Walk
Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer’s voice on the page. Winter’s Walk By Cheryl Moore On these dark mornings I feel the fog’s kiss on my cheek As though waking me to a new day; So unlike a much drier place I once lived so many years ago Where dust storms were more likely. I walk to the river where The fragrance of wild fennel fills the air Reminding me of the black liquorish I loved as a child. On the muddy banks wild fowl often appear On their daily hunt, bringing to mind They too fill their senses. We are not so unlike in our goals. When Chery Moore came to California in the early 1960’s, she realized she’d found her home. Then moving to Petaluma in the 70’s, she was as close to paradise as she’d ever be. Travel has taken her…