Elizabeth: Friday Writing Sprints – The Binge Watching Edition

With a November that was crammed full of activity, my video streaming service and I didn’t spend much quality time together.  Fortunately, over Thanksgiving weekend I was introduced to the show The Good Place, a fantasy comedy television series that is currently in the midst of its second season.

The perfect calorie-free post-NaNo treat.

The show follows the heroine, Eleanor (Kristen Bell), as she wakes up in the afterlife.  She’s in “The Good Place”, but she’s pretty sure there has been a mistake.   In the first season, we see her trying to hide her real behaviour and attempt to become a better person, and then later deal with the fall-out from her actions.  The episodes (without commercials) are about 22 minutes long, so binge-watching the show is a lot like munching on a bowl of popcorn – you keep reaching for just a little more.

If you haven’t seen the series and have access to it via Netflix or some other on-demand service (apologies in advance if it’s not available in your area), I’d definitely recommend it.  Not only is the show a fun watch, but the writers did a fantastic job with the first season ending that resolved the initial story and then immediately threw it into a brand new direction.

Now that I’ve watched my way through the entire first season, it’s time for me to get back to writing.  Since I’m not exactly sure what my next story will be, I think a little Random Word Improv will be just the thing to jump-start my creativity.

Care to join me?

Whether you’re in binge-watching your favorite show, putting out the holiday decorations, working away on your current manuscript, or just looking for a distraction, a few minutes of Random Word Improv are a great way to have a little fun and get some words on the page.  I’ll be doing my writing from the comfort of my couch with a steaming mug of spiced cider.  Settle into your own favorite writing spot and join me; spiced cider suggested, but not required.


For any of you new to Random Word Improv, here’s how we play:

  1. Pick as many words from the list as you want
  2. Write the first line(s) of a story (or a whole mini-story) incorporating your words
  3. Post your results in the comments section.

All right, let’s get started. Here are today’s randomly selected random words – can’t wait to see what stories you find hidden in the list.

concert                     discord            coward             rodent

heroic                       mask                 noir                   virgin

fistfight                    portal               beautiful          poet

combustible           soul                   tyrant                bewitching

Are you ready?  Go!

*whistling aimlessly while you are off being creative*

Back already?  Can’t wait to read what you’ve come up with.

Happy writing to all.

2 thoughts on “Elizabeth: Friday Writing Sprints – The Binge Watching Edition

  1. The apple of discord rolled across the Christmas concert stage, and it was no metaphor. Dizzy, the Goddess of Strife, was up to her old tricks again, in a new venue. Oh, holy noir, the virgin flute-player leapt over the French horns to beat an errant trombonist with her instrument. The tuba and the euphonium started a fist fight that took out the saxophone section, and all souls were feared lost amongst the clarinets.

    Dizzy plopped down next to me, her layers of black chiffon floomphing onto my lap and into the empty seat next to her. She leaned over and whispered, “So, my beautiful poet. Are you ready to write something in my honor now? Watch.” She pointed at the little rodent-like creature who was playing oboe, and the rat went splat into the conductor’s hat, making a noise that sounded suspiciously like B-flat.

    Oh, no. I wasn’t ready by any means to write an epic poem for her, or anyone. Not with my writer’s block! I mean, just look at that last sentence in the paragraph above. I should have my poetic license revoked. But, here I was, alone and abandoned by everyone I thought I could ever love, and I was a coward, trembling before this tyrant of a goddess.

    “You know I haven’t written anything since Yuri D.C. went underground,” I said. I waved at the chaos on the stage. “I was hoping to be inspired by the innocence of these high school kids’ performance. But you’ve shown me that they are as full of hate and schemes as anyone else. I won’t be able to write again until I see Yuri.”

    Dizzy glared at me, and if I’d been combustible, I surely would have been cinders and ashes in my seat. I didn’t care. Nothing mattered without my Yuri. Dizzy stopped glaring; it was like a mask of ice had formed over her face, but her eyes were calculating, and thinking bad thoughts.

    What she said next astounded me. “I can show you the portal to the Plutocrat’s penthouse. Your precious Yuri is rapping for him up there.”

    For the first time in a month, hope flared in my heart. My bewitching, lovely Yuri, the Asian rapper-girl with the voice of silver and the words of steel. With Yuri, I could write again, and give Dizzy the poetry she was looking for.

    Dizzy tapped on the lapel of my evening jacket. “I can get you in, but I can’t get you out. You’ll have to figure out the rest, or die trying. That’s all the warning I can give you.”

    I nodded. But what could I do? Without my Yuri, and without my poetry, life no longer had any meaning. I would die without trying, so I might as well give it a shot. Dizzy took my phone, and put in the map of the portal, along with the Google directions on how to open it. “I don’t need to tell you that you shouldn’t let ANYBODY see this, right?” she said.

    “Yes, I understand.”

    Dizzy disappeared in a flash of light, and the chaos on stage turned into a confused milling about as the musicians sopped up their bloody noses and quietly took their places to begin the concert again.

    • I loved this Michaeline – from the ” apple of discord’ to Dizzy’s combustible glare, and all the parts in between. What fun!

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