Happy Friday!
I don’t know about where you are, but here the weather can’t seem to decide which season we are in. Yesterday was cold, windy, and overcast, today is due to be hot and clear, and who knows what tomorrow will hold.
This has been a long busy week at the day job, with lots and lots of meetings. I think I’ve perfected my ability to attend multiple meetings at the same time–one on the computer and one on the phone. Not a good long term solution, but sometimes, needs must. Thank goodness for the mute button.
I’m certainly glad the week is wrapping up and I will be able to give both the phone and computer a break. Before I turn everything off, I’m going to give today’s writing prompt and random words at shot.
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), if you’re not feeling random, 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.
If you don’t have a story in progress, or just want to work on something new, I hope either today’s random words or writing prompt will catch your creative fancy.
Ready?
What if: “Your character is looking for a new job?
Feel free to interpret the “What” any way you choose (or ignore it completely) and include any (or all) of the following random words:
crypt gallery modern coincidence
downfall endless accidental barnyard
north daughter bauble insecure
groan foggy hoax beacon
I look forward to seeing your stories in the comments. If you’re not feeling in the writing mood today, or don’t have time, feel free to post suggestions you might have for future “what-if” prompts. Ideas are always welcome.
Happy writing to all!
Eight Ladies Writing 
Two meetings at once! I wonder if somehow this incredible feat could be managed in person? Probably not. Yet another skill acquired in the pandemic!
Got all my words in today. 🙂
The Artist
“They said I had a soggy bottom!” Dharma said. She buried her head in her hands. “This will be my downfall, I know it. I’ll never bake in this town again.”
Blanche Dupree tore her gaze away from the expensive bauble she was hanging in her modern art gallery to consider her friend, the insecure baker.
“You’ve never made a decent pie in your life,” she said. “Everything you’ve ever baked that turned out well was an accident. Ninety-nine percent of your cakes are fit for barnyard fodder only.”
Dharma blinked. “Well, that’s a bit harsh,” she said.
“You think it’s a coincidence that the Michelin people invited you to that bakeoff?” Blanche asked. “You think they’re the tire people, or something? They don’t know whom to invite? The whole thing was a hoax?”
“I haven’t the foggiest notion why they invited me,” Dharma said. “My baking lately has been shite.”
“Your baking is like a beacon in the endless storm of a northern winter,” Blanche said. “I love you like a daughter, but you are a royal pain in the arse sometimes. Now dig yourself out of whatever crypt you’ve buried your mojo in and get out there and fluff that butter, or whatever it is.”
“But—” Dharma said.
“Or change jobs. Become a dog catcher. I don’t care. While you’re doing nothing but standing there moaning and groaning about nothing, hold this nail for me, okay?”
“Soggy bottom” – LOL!
Fun sprint, Kay. I can’t believe you did ti so quickly. Maybe I better stop working on my “doing two things at once” skills and focus on sprinting.