Day 8) Wild Card

By Victoria Easter Wilson / October 8, 2013 /

Today, not my words but those of another writer. Ira Glass on Storytelling from David Shiyang Liu on Vimeo.  

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Day 7) Write an open letter to anyone.

By Victoria Easter Wilson / October 7, 2013 /

Dear Flirtatious Guys, You’re just a friendly dude. I get it, I really do. You’re probably the friendliest friend around. Flashing those pearly whites accessorized by devastating dimples, who wouldn’t want to be your friend? Listen, I don’t want to cramp your style – but we need to talk. It seems to me that you’ve made…

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Day 6) Write a poem.

By Victoria Easter Wilson / October 6, 2013 /

I breathe and so does she. Her life is wrapped up in mine. Lending my blood, oxygen, and genomes, our sustenance sources from the same field of cells. She is a soul inhabiting a body, inhabiting my body which also houses a soul. We are a mystery to each other, this tiny passenger and I. A…

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Day 5) "The Moviegoer"

By Victoria Easter Wilson / October 5, 2013 /

“You’re at the movie theater and it’s the climax of the summer’s big blockbuster hit. And someone is talking on their cell phone. When you go to confront them, you find that it is your boss. What do you say to them?” He was too much. I didn’t pay $10 for a ticket and $4.99…

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Day 4) Wild Card

By Victoria Easter Wilson / October 4, 2013 /

Who would eat a couch potato? Who would wake a slugabed? Who would smell a rotten tomato? Who would talk to a silly head?

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Day 3) Write an ode to an article of clothing.

By Victoria Easter Wilson / October 3, 2013 /

You are the banner of fall. Whipping around my neck, as crisp air whips vibrant leaves – orange and yellow – into a frenzy.  

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Day 2) My earliest memory.

By Victoria Easter Wilson / October 1, 2013 /

Grace is not my middle name. My stocky feet (size 10, thank you very much) have solidly planted me in Earth for over twenty-three years. But, inevitably, they have also warred against my body as agents of destruction. I’ve been accustomed to stubbing my toe, running into tables, and tripping on stairs – both up…

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Day 1) "I deserve a…"

By Victoria Easter Wilson / September 30, 2013 /

I deserve a cupcake. No, really, I do. I deserve a cupcake. I’m a single mom of three, I work nights, live in a two bedroom apartment, my washer’s broke, and I haven’t showered in two days. I told you, I deserve a cupcake. A huge, expensive cupcake piled high with raspberry icing from one…

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31 Days of Writing Creatively

By Victoria Easter Wilson / September 25, 2013 /

Join me for a wildly, wonderfully, totally creative writing journey. I’ll be linking up with 100s of other bloggers over at The Nesting Place. The challenge is to write on one topic everyday for the month of October. (If you want to join in the fun with your own 31 Day idea, check out The…

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Routine

By Victoria Easter Wilson / September 23, 2013 /

Lately I’ve felt as if routine is getting the better of me. The same old, hum-drum, mundane, day-in and day-out routine: wake up, get dressed, kiss him goodbye, work ’til 5, come home, clean up, fix dinner, eat dinner, clear away dinner, try to remember everything I needed to get done for [insert responsibility] until…

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