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.
Monday, August 12, 2013
August 12th Challenge
it’s Christina –
Monday! We got a really late start yesterday, but we had several hours at the
beach anyway. Yesterday was the lowest percentage of rain forecasted for this
whole week, so we thought we should take advantage. Granted, the storms around
here usually happen at night, but we didn’t want to take any chances. Sure
enough, the storms did roll in, and they were wicked. Here’s a photo my
youngest daughter took with her cell phone:
I slept in late today. I was shocked to see it was after eight when I got up,
but then again, I didn’t get to sleep until two this morning. I guess my sleep
cycle is still a little messed up from Saturday.
I’m sure most of my gang will be up shortly, and I really have to get more done
on that editing project, so let’s get right to the challenges.
a wonderful day and happy writing!
Your Last Challenge was:
So breathtakingly beautiful, so
picturesque, I cannot believe this is the view I get to wake up to in the
morning. I have always dreamed of coming here, even made it a goal as a twenty-fifth
anniversary trip, but in the back of my mind, I didn’t really think I’d ever be
able to afford it. Yet, here I am. Three glorious weeks lie ahead of me so I
can take in the sites, frolic in the ocean and laze on the beach. Yes, there
will be several days I need to work, but I don’t care, this is worth it.
I toss open the louver doors to the
balcony off my bedroom and take my morning coffee with me so I can sit and just
enjoy. There is an old man leading a laden burro up the path beneath where I
sit. He waves to me and I wave back. In the courtyard of the house across the
street, two women are chatting and laughing as they hang their clothes on the
line. I wish I could understand what they were saying. Perhaps by the end of my
trip I will be able to catch some of it.
I still hold out hope that someday I
will be able to say this is a true story.
Next Challenge is:
Write a story using the following three words: Lobster,
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.