For fun, I Google’d “pregnancy Halloween costumes”. The results actually turned out to be more terrifying than I expected. Here’s a sample of the damage: Please, just let your bun bake in peace.
Seasons never bend to our will. It’s always “too hot” or “too cold” and “Will spring ever get here?” Why are we compelled to rush nature, so? What if, instead, we calmly complied? What if we bent our wills to the God who created will, instead of willing Him to create differently?
The spookiest thing I’ve ever done is walk in front of the Old McBrayer House. Nobody ain’t got no business walking in front of that place. The windows are all boarded up, and the shutters are hanging off the hinges. The front door is nailed closed – nailed! Kudzu’s done swallowed up the whole right…
Can you believe that 31 Days is almost over!? I’ve loved writing for you, and reading alongside you, over the past 4 weeks. It’s been a joy! One story idea that I will pursue post-31 Days of Writing Creatively is the character who appeared on Day 15, Courtney Wood Montgomery. When I went to the…
Poured tip me over and– giving makes the giver weak empty tea kettle
What have you learned about your writing during 31 Days of Writing Creatively? I’ve learned that writing is as much an art as it is an exercise. I’ve learned that waiting moments are sometimes the best writing moments: waiting for dinner to finish, waiting to catch a ride, waiting to fall asleep. I’ve learned that…
“You’ve been hired by a bumper sticker manufacturer to come up with ideas. Write a clever or witty phrase you’d love to see on a bumper sticker. (If you want, write several.)” (from Writer’s Digest) (This prompt was surprisingly difficult!) My Kid Is More Humble Than Your Honor Student If You’re Reading This Bumper Sticker,…
Colors tumbling to the Earth. A leaf’s day of glory is its last.
Egyptians. Assyrians. Greeks. Ancient civilizations taught by an ancient professor. I wondered what she looked like in earlier years. If her glass lenses were thinner and more chic, if her hair was longer and curled about the face as opposed to on top of it. Her print skirts, always matched with a pastel Oxford, would…
“Are we saying yes to the dress!?” The consultant gushed, her face rapt with ecstasy – feigned or genuine, it didn’t really matter. “Yes, we’re saying yes to the dress.” I tiredly repeated her question back as a statement, exhausted by the forced enthusiasm. Cheering from my entourage erupted. Truth be told, they seemed more…