A blog about writing, being a writer, getting inspired to write, etc. For writers, authors, would-be writers and authors. I only have 2 rules. 1, please keep everything PG rated at most, there are some younger folks who read my blog; and 2, please do not criticize what others have written. I would like this to be a safe haven for folks to explore their writing style and to gain some confidence in their story telling abilities. Nasty comments will be deleted.
Thursday, July 11, 2013
July 11th Challenge
it’s Christina –
morning all. I spent a good chunk of yesterday on the phone with two financial
aid places, the college and the government, because when I checked with the
college my daughter will be going to see if there was anything else they needed
from me, they looked into my status and our loan came up expired. Not quite
sure what happened, no one could explain why it happened, but I’m glad I
checked. Long story short, I had to fill out all the loan paperwork again, but
it wasn’t terrible. Almost all the information was prefilled from the last time,
so all I had to do was check the boxes that I read everything, agree not to be
a dirt-bag and repay the loan, then sign and submit. In half an hour I was
calling the college back to tell them everything went through and I got a
pop-up screen stating the college should be informed with 24 hours. Needless to
say, I was relieved everything worked out.
did get quite a bit of quiet time to write yesterday as well. I guess all the
activities had caught up to the girls and they crashed. I had been up since 5
am writing, then after the whole student loan fiasco, I had a horrible
headache, so at 1:30 pm, I took some aspirin and went to lay down for a bit. A
little before 2:00 pm, I finally hear the girls start to stir. If you don’t
count the times I was violently ill, I don’t think I have EVER even slept until
noon let alone two in the afternoon, and it wasn’t just one kid, it was all
three of them! Whatever, they are on vacation, it’s not like they had anything
pressing to do.
night the girl’s all slept over my sister-in-law’s house, but they will be back
here by eleven, because we are bringing the cousin back home today. We’re
meeting her mom just over the Verrazano, so at least I don’t have to go all the
way to Long Island! I already told the mom and daughter that she is welcome
here any time and we are even planning on a two week visit next summer.
enough chit-chat, on to the challenge and then to camp. I only hit 22K
yesterday, so as far as I’m concerned, I’m way behind and I’m starting to
Your Last Challenge
Write a story using the following three words, Cabin, Fire,
I peeked open my eyes and saw it was a
chilly, rainy, Autumn Saturday. I had nowhere I had to go, and nothing I had to
do. Yippee! I yawned, stretched, slid out of bed and yelped as my feet hit the
cold floor. First order of business,
build a fire, then coffee, fire first, coffee next. I grabbed my robe,
rummaged around for slippers but had to settle for a pair of socks, then carefully
padded down the stairs to the living room. The living room’s fireplace was the
cabin’s focal point and one of its prettier features, along with the wall of
glass overlooking the forest and lake, and the completely appointed gourmet
kitchen, the fireplace was a work of art. It stood right in the center of the
room and it was more of a fire pit than a fire place.
Since my teeth had actually started to
chatter, I stopped admiring the room and went to work building the fire. When
it was roaring and the room started to warm, I headed to the kitchen to make a
pot of coffee. I guess I’ll have to turn
the heat on tonight. I hate doing that so early in the season, but I hate
freezing in the morning more! I spread my hands on the counter and stared
at the coffee maker, willing it to drip faster. So what am I going to do today? I squinted at the dreary dripping
mess outside the window. Well, I’m definitely
not going out in that. Perhaps a book. Coffee in hand, I shuffled back to
the living room and over to the bookcase to peruse the selection when a book
caught my eye. What a perfect day to read
a vampirestory, I thought, but not one of those modern day mushy
vampire love stories. They would not do on a day like today. I reached up
and gently removed a very old copy of Bram Stoker’s Dracula, walked over to the
couch, put down my coffee then settled in for a good scare.
Your Next Challenge is (thanks Beth):
Would you change if you won the lottery?
You have 10 minutes (be honest). There is no right or wrong,
just write. Spelling and punctuation don’t count and NO ONE is allowed to
criticize what someone else has written. Go.