Elizabeth: Friday Story Time and Sprints

Happy Summer Solstice (depending on when you read this).  What did you do with all of that daylight?  I’d like to say I made good use of it, but the truth is I spent an extra-long day at work and barely got out while there was sunlight left.

Definitely poor planning on my part.

At least I was able to enjoy a pretty sunset and I’ll have all day tomorrow to make up for today’s lapse.  While I’m happy to see the arrival of summer, I’m less thrilled to realize how much of the year has already passed by.  I have a long list of To-Dos for the year from back in January and the arrival of summer means I better get cracking if I’m going to complete them all.

One of the To-Dos that has been languishing is finishing my current manuscript-in-progress.  While the other Eight Ladies all sound to be making excellent progress, I cannot say the same.  I’ll be doing my best to get my manuscript back on track tomorrow with a morning of coffee, croissants, and creativity (writing, that is).

Care to join me?

For those of you working away on a story (whether a first draft or a polished version on its way to publication), we’d love to hear a bit – whether it’s a scene, a paragraph, or even a phrase that you are especially pleased with and would like to share.  Seriously – feel free to share.  I’m going to keep asking until someone does. 🙂

If you don’t have a story in progress, or just want to work on something new, maybe today’s writing prompt will catch your creative fancy.   This week we’ve got a character to go along with our random words.


Here is today’s writing prompt:

Write a story featuring:  a deserted island

And includes any (or all) of the following random words:

sand                current                azure                brush

wild                navigate              shadow            determined

dusk                ordeal                 future               damage

hunter            aftermath           scheme             lizard

Whether you’re sharing a bit of your current work or writing something fresh based on the writing prompt, we hope you’ll join us for today’s Story Time.

Happy writing to all!

2 thoughts on “Elizabeth: Friday Story Time and Sprints

  1. I didn’t even realize it was the solstice until the day after. We’re on the downhill side of the sunlight slide )-:. After having my butt kicked by last week, I’ve made a vow to do more creative stuff, so I’m attempting the sprint. I didn’t use a lot of the words, but at least I made a beginning:

    Quite honestly, after the trip back home Jane had, it was almost a relief to be stranded on a desert island with 110 strangers who all miraculously survived the miraculously under-booked flight. The plane’s tail bobbed on the turquoise sea against an azure sky, with the luggage and clothing littering the coast line, bunching up near the high tide mark. Jane had found her purse on day three, and was dabbing lavender oil on her bug bites, waiting for her cooking shift to start.

    Yes, everything was idyllic except . . . a long shadow was cast upon her airline blanket by Bobby, the exception. Her current boyfriend, and her future ex – it didn’t seem right to break up with him in the middle of a crisis, but damn, the last 24 hours had her rethinking her patience and kindness. Bobby did not adapt to new situations well.

    He flopped down on the sand next to her. “Captain Reynolds is a tyrant.”

    “He’s the only one of us who has trained for this type of situation,” Jane said. And he was good at it, and the man seemed to function on only five hours of sleep a night – she saw him everywhere, helping with everything.

    “Jimmy has a survivalist kit out in his cabin in Montana.” Bobby pouted. “Jimmy says Reynolds is doing the water thing all wrong.”

    Oh, great. Bobby had found Jimmy, Billy and Stu on day two, and they had all been assigned to the driftwood patrol to collect firewood for the fires. Captain Reynolds had set up a Second Team on day three, ostensibly to set up a signal fire, but the second team also wound up providing most of the wood for the cooking fires while the four good ol’ boys talked about fishing in the shade of the western cliff.

    “Look, Bobby, I need to get to my cooking shift. Get off my blanket.”

    Bobby looked at her quizzically. “Babe? You mad?”

    Yes. Yes, she was. Her mother had just died, the plane had gone down, and now she was on a deserted island with the biggest jerk she’d ever dated. But would it do any good to break up with him now? No. It wouldn’t. They needed everybody to work together, even the lazy, stupid bastards. She’d break up with him as soon as they sighted the rescue team, she promised herself. But for now, she’d keep him happy.

    “Nah. Just tired. I gotta go.”

    “Save me a dozen of those crab legs I saw going up to the kitchen hut,” he called after her, but she pretended that she hadn’t heard, and kept walking.

    • Hmm….what exactly are the rules of etiquette for breaking up with a jerky boyfriend while trapped on a deserted island? Day 7?

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