Today has been a very damp dreary day. I’m sure the lawns, trees, and reservoirs all appreciate the influx of water, but I did not enjoy it at all during my very long, very early commute this morning, especially since my windshield wipers are apparently overdue for replacement.
Fortunately I’m back home now, curled up on the couch under my favorite quilt with the cat purring away. I managed to add about 1,800 words to my manuscript between dinner and Wheel of Fortune™, and I’m hoping to make some more good progress before calling it a night.
Much as I sometimes have to figuratively drag myself kicking and screaming to the keyboard, enforcing a daily-writing routine is really working out. I probably couldn’t sustain this permanently, but I certainly can do it for now.
This month, since many folks are head’s down on their NaNo stories and may not need the extra motivation of a group of random words to spark their creativity, we’ve changed our normal Friday Writing Sprints up a little.
You can either:
- Share a snipet from what you wrote this week (whether it was NaNo related or not)
Or
- You can use any or all of the three prompts below (courtesy of The Amazing Story Generator) to write something new. If one of these things helps you out in your current manuscript – that’s even better!
“After misreading an e-mail,”
“a dashing tycoon ”
“brings home an unexpected house guest”
Or
- You can do a “traditional” writing sprint with the following soggy-weather inspired words.
soggy downpour umbrella boots
glisten slippery breeze puddle
slick droplet rivulet ominous
rainbow mud clouds duckling
The choice is up to you.
Okay. Are you ready? Let’s sprint!
*whistling aimlessly while you are off being creative*
Ah, you’re back. Kind of fun, right? Can’t wait to see what you have come up with.
Eight Ladies Writing 
IF WE CAN WRITE THROUGH THIS, WE CAN WRITE THROUGH ANYTHING! Lol, OK, I’ve lost my melodrama control, and making this into a little more than what it is. Cold and wet and snowy here. We might lose the snowy part by tomorrow, though.
Even during a not-great week, there are some gems. I liked how this came out; it probably needs context, but then I’d have to tell you the whole story (-:. I haven’t even heard the whole story yet.
“Foolish, foolish little witch. Don’t you Feel what these rings are doing to you? What is it that you really want? Two pieces of gold?”
That stopped Olivia in her tracks. She looked at her fist, and really Looked this time. The gold rings were sending out tiny gold hooks that went into her skin, and seemed to send trails down through her arm to her heart – like pollen going down a stamen. It wasn’t quite there yet. She wanted to drop the rings, but she couldn’t. “Help me.”
Uh oh, that doesn’t sound good. Great image though of the rings sending out their little hooks. Definitely eager to hear more of this story.
Here’s a little mother/daughter snippet from what I wrote this week.