May 29, 2015
Some may feel this is better suited for Monday morning, but why not go into your weekend knowing how gorgeous you are. Check out this message from our friends Hoops and Yoyo (no, I can’t ever remember which is which, but they do make me smile).
Perhaps it will inspire you to write something wonderful this weekend.
May 27, 2015
Writing prompts are a great way to jump start your writing for the day. See what you can do with this line.
Joe removed the well-worn ball cap and rubbed his tender head. The bump was smaller and less painful to touch.
May 20, 2015
Writing prompts are a great way to jump start your writing for the day. See what you can do with this line.
By 2:30 p.m. Janet knew everything she knew to be real and true was going to change.
May 13, 2015
If I could change one thing in my world it would be…
May 11, 2015
Does this make us just a little bit crazy? 
May 6, 2015
What if…
May 4, 2015
Ever have one of these things happen to you?
April 29, 2015
Wednesday — the week is half over and you’ve written less than half your weekly goal. See if this prompt helps get you started then take off on your own work.
Raffy was big, and slobbered a lot. His fur had to be brushed once a week or the knots were impossible. Freddie was in charge of his new pet. The rules were he had to be played with and walked once a day and fed twice a day. If Raffy was left in the yard he had to be hooked to the chain. There was enough room for him to still walk around. Mrs. Shouse next door had promised a frying pan up the side of “the mutt’s” head if he ever came over to her yard. She was scary with her crackled voice. Freddie did well with the rules and loved Raffy like crazy. Yesterday afternoon while he did his homework, Freddie put Raffy out on his chain. Just before dinner he went to get the dog and found nothing but the chain, cut! Raffy was gone!
April 27, 2015
April 22, 2015
Wednesday — the week is half over and you’ve written less than half your weekly goal. See if this prompt helps get you started then take off on your own work.
“Fine then, I’m done.” Nancy threw the stiffly starched napkin on the table and walked out of the house. There was silence. Everyone looked around at each other. What should happen now? The only eyes not seen were Randy’s. His were looking down and his head was shaking.
“I knew this wouldn’t work.” Randy mumbled as he followed out the front door.
Karen H. Richardson, PMP 