Happy “National Vanilla Ice Cream Day” (if you’re reading this on July 23th). It’s also “National Peanut Butter and Chocolate Day”, which sounds like a pretty good combination for a milkshake.
Personally, I’m holding out for “National Internet Service is Fully Restored Day”. It has been a full week now of an internet that has been working for random 10-minute intervals here and there or just plain non-existent. The “repair estimates” have alternated from “soon” to “sometime on Saturday.”
Thank goodness for my cell phone and for being able to work from the office instead of home–though that does mean I’ll have to actually wear shoes and something other than yoga pants.
Ah well, this too shall pass.
Other than wishing for internet service so I can go back to randomly Googling things, I plan to work on perfecting my mixed-drink skills and take a shot at today’s writing prompt and random words after work today–though possibly not in that order.
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?
Prompt: Life without Internet
Feel free to interpret the prompt any way you choose (or ignore it completely) and include any (or all) of the following random words:
hometown discord cave modern
fighting privileged divine balloon
helicopter fluent doom donut
divorce rabbit afternoon murder
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 writing prompts. Ideas are always welcome.
Happy writing to all!
Eight Ladies Writing 
Good luck with your internet, Elizabeth! I couldn’t work in helicopter today, and this sprint has nothing to do with connectivity. It must be the internet’s fault. 🙂
The Class Reunion
Avery Peabody had traveled to her hometown for her first class reunion, a decision she could only look back on with buyer’s remorse.
“My parents are fighting over their divorce and my classmates are breeding like rabbits,” she reported at lunch to Eliza Burkholder, her best friend from high school. “I’m living the dream, if by dream we mean, Discord R Us. We’re all doomed.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Eliza said, sampling a donut from the dessert tray. “We’re going for that hot-air balloon ride this afternoon, you’ll enjoy that. And after that we’re spelunking in that old ice cave. That’ll be fun. Speaking of fun, have you tried these chocolate fudge Krispy Kremes? They’re divine.”
“They’re murder on your cholesterol,” Avery said. “When did you start engaging in altitude-challenged environments?”
“How modern of you to care about my cholesterol,” Eliza said. “Thanks for explaining it to me, since I’m not fluent in the language of carbohydrates.”
“That’s because you’re from the privileged number who are built like a stick,” Avery said.
Eliza handed Avery the dessert sampler. “The better to entice you with a carrot.”
“And that,” Avery said, choosing an éclair, “is why we’re best friends.”
Oh great, Kay, now I’m craving a dessert sampler. And I am not “from the privileged number who are built like a stick.”