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.
Friday, September 27, 2013
September 27th Challenge
it’s Christina –
have several errands to run today, but I am not going to be specific in the off
chance my daughter reads my blog today, because one of the stops is a little
surprise I need to bring up to college this weekend. I will say, one of the
errands may or may not prove to be a fool’s quest. No, I am not in search of a
left-handed wind shifter. However, I will be looking for a power strip with a
long cord. My FIL insists they do not exist, my husband says they do, and I’m
pretty sure I have seen them. If I could find one with an eight foot cord, I’d
be happy. They confiscated my daughter’s brand new extension cord last week,
stating it was a fire hazard, so now I need to find something compliant and
long enough to reach from the wall plug to where everything is set up. I don’t
want her to have to reconfigure the room.
still have to pack up my husband’s and my clothes, and get everything situated
in the car. We will be leaving at 3:00 am, which means several things. 1) I
will be in no mood to be packing and/or arranging things at that hour, so
everything needs to be done before I go to bed. 2) I will be going to bed ridiculously
early so I can be rested to drive the six hour up to VT. 3) There probably will
not be time for a blog tomorrow. On that note, I can pretty much guarantee I
will be up before everyone else on Sunday, so I will post a blog entry that
morning, but I think we’ll hold off until Monday for the next writing
of the blog, I put up a survey to see what types of writing challenge y’all
prefer. All you have to do is click on a button. You don’t need to post any
comments, so it should be painless even for all you shy writers. Please, I
would really like some feedback so I know I am gearing this blog towards YOUR needs. Your choices are Photo Challenges (no explanation
needed), Specific Scenario Challenges
(I set up an entire scene for you), Broad
Interpretive Challenges (I only give you a few words and they can take you
in any direction you want), and finally 3
Word Challenges (where you have to incorporate all three word given in your
reply). These are the four challenges I do the most, but occasionally I will
throw in one like I did yesterday where you needed to start your challenge with
a specific phrase. I do intend on borrowing Keith’s A-Z challenge and doing the
classic “write your own obituary” at some point as well. As I have said several
times already, I am open to writing challenges you suggest as well. So please,
chime in, let your voice be heard!
I’m off to take a shower and get going on my long list of chores. I hope you
have a wonderful day, and happy writing!
Your Last Challenge was:
Start your story with “Sundays always meant…”
Sunday always meant waking up early for
Sunday school and church. It meant either stopping at the bakery on Oak Tree
Road or to La Bonbonniere on Lincoln Highway for cheese danishes for breakfast.
Some Sundays meant lunch at one of the grandparent’s houses or occasionally to my
Lunches there always meant roast beef
with mashed potatoes and gravy. Uncle
John would bring the meat downstairs where, for some reason, he had a deli
grade meat slicer. He would always sneak me the first slice and say, “Shh, don’t
tell.” When we visited Aunt Julie (my grandfather’s sister) and Uncle John, it
was always a “whole family” event. That meant my grandparents, my aunt, uncle
and cousin, my mother and me would all go.
There was not a whole heck of a lot for
my cousin and me to do when we were there. Chances were the TV was playing, but
Uncle John usually has some sport or other on, and we really weren’t all that
interested. So, we would either try entertaining ourselves outside, but since
Aunt Julie and Uncle John had no children, there wasn’t a swing set or any toys
to play with, so it was just as boring outside as it was inside.
The one thing that did keep us busy for
a little while was they had carpeted stairs which lead from their living room
up to their attic. My cousin and I would climb to the top of the stairs and
then have races sliding down them on our butts.
Out of time…
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.