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.
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
August 7th Challenge
it’s Christina –
hump day! Perhaps if I don’t remind the girls it’s Wednesday, they won’t keep
asking me what day it is – dang camel! I guess the Geico marketing
team hit a homerun on that one. Yet, there are still commercials out there
where I can’t help but ask, what were they thinking?
a few years ago, there was a commercial out there, I can’t even remember what
product it was, where the man was distracted. There was a faucet left running
in one shot and various other things left unattended in other shots. During the
first few runs of the commercial, one of those other shots was a baby playing
with a roll of tape. The child was completely covered in the tape he had pulled
off of the roll. The commercial drove me crazy. Who the heck would be so
distracted, they would leave their under one year old baby unattended? What
were they thinking airing a commercial like that? Within a few weeks, the
unattended baby was cut out of the commercial. I guess I wasn’t the only one
who thought they were insane.
there are commercials peddling a system where you can access items in your
house from a remote location; turn on lights, arm your alarm system, adjust
your heat, etc. In one of the commercials there is a woman in the grocery store
with a young child. She gets a notice on her phone and she pulls up the camera
inside her home because her front door opened at 4:15 in the afternoon. If you
take notice, you will see there is another young child, probably coming home
from school, walking in the door. Again, what were they thinking? Obviously
there is no one home or the lady wouldn’t be checking the home remotely, and the
child coming into the empty house is perhaps seven or eight years old. HELLO!
Why didn’t these advertising folks make the kid coming home at least fifteen or
sixteen? Have they all lost their minds? I wonder if it is the same advertising
agency that made the first commercial with the unattended baby.
cannibalistic cereal commercials drive me crazy too, but that is a whole other
issue and I won’t drive you crazy
Your Last Challenge was:
wish I knew what he/she was thinking…
How many times have you looked at your
beloved pet and wished you knew what she was thinking? Your cat is staring at
the wall, twitching his tail and making that funny chirping noise. You look at
the wall and everywhere around, but you see nothing. Your dog comes running
over, plops down in front of you and cocks her head, practically asking you a
question. Wouldn’t you just love to know what she was thinking?
Well, my family has figured out a way
to remedy this situation. We all do it, and to unsuspecting onlookers it is
either quite comical or they think we have all gone insane. We all talk for our
pets. Each pet has his or her own unique and distinct voice and as one member
of the household is interacting with a pet, another member of the household
becomes the voice of said pet. We are not quite sure when this started or how
this evolved, but it has come to the point of a well-choreographed performance.
As I said, some folks think we are
insane, but it sure beats saying “I wish I knew what he/she was thinking” all
Yup, I just gave you another glimpse
into my bizarre personal life. We currently have three cats and one dog, and
they each have their own voice and personality. The funny thing is, we have all
gotten so good at this, you really begin to think what the “animal” is saying
is plausible. I will be annoyed with the dog because he’d be begging
shamelessly and one of the kids would chime in with, “But Mommy, I just want a
little taste.” Or “But Mommy, I just loves bananas. Fruits are good for me.”
So you don’t call out the men in white
coats and butterfly nets, these “conversations” do not go on constantly in our
home, but when the improv situation arises, someone is there to supply a voice. I find it hysterical that we even have my husband doing it now.
Next Challenge is:
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.