Not the Honga Followup I Planned
Let’s see if I can string together a plot of some kind here. I’ll run down the TOC for the “20 Master Plots and how to build them” book I bought a ways back. Also I’ll resist the urge to create a spreadsheet outlining the TOC and making use of cells to collect the core [...]
The First Thing You Notice is the Honga
Crap-a-doo-dah and fleh!
I couldn’t decide which one to lead with this morning so I went with both. I know I wrote Monday but that was a bit of a cheat if you ask me—no I don’t know what the ‘rules’ are ether. I missed last Friday for some reason and the skipped yesterday due to [...]
How Urraca Haunts Me
The following is from a letter I sent to the camp staff I adopted this summer from my old Scout ranch:
Urraca,
Please find a few things enclosed that may amuse you for the remainder of the summer. My daughters were certainly entertained while helping Carrie and I pick them out. I have no idea what you [...]
A Brass Hawk of Titanic Proportion
Let’s see what muse-phlegm this thing coughs up tonight:
“What vehicle did you sit in? Write a story or memory that takes place at a drive-in movie theater.”
“Did you study? Write about a time when you were taking some type of test.”
“How long until it broke? Write about a toy you didn’t play with properly.”
“What would [...]
On the Beach With Jack
After abandonning four random prompts I’m going with this one:
“Where were your shoes? Write about an interesting time when you happened to be barefoot. Begin and end your writing with a description of your feet.”
Amy smiled at the shape of her feet. Singley or paired their profile presented an authentic feminine appearance: petite, but not [...]
Unpromtped
I’m not a fan of writing prompts because I don’t find them compelling. All prompts are contrived. An anonymous composer, should I say contriver, distilled a a drop or two of essence from a particularly rewarding writing session. They packaged it as a question or situation or evocative eliptical. That half-teaspoon of muse soaked into [...]
Giants are to Elephants as Humans are to:
This post marks my two week hiatus from Q10. Lets see if the distraction-free environment effects my writing.
So. Giants?
Let me disregard cultural elements of giants and humans and return to the physicality of it all (write the word one more time and I’ll not be certain of it’s definition any more). I suspect that I’ll [...]
Feeling Like a Teenage Chemist
It appears that writing creatively with plot and characters and all that mess is not primarily how Giant Week is going down.
Yesterday, between that morning’s post and this morning’s post, highway workers installed tens of signs on the overpasses. These sign indicate the minimum height of the opening under the overpass. I have no idea [...]
Does This Really Need a Title
So I’m driving home from aikido the other night trying to imagine the proper scale of problematic giant but not a call-the-national-guard sized one. What comes to mind is four times a normal human. So 6 feet goes to 24 feet. But then I start realizing I have no idea what 24 feet really means.
Can [...]
Tanna and the Giant
“Up ahead Mama,” called Tanna. She dashed several steps out in front, but slowed when her mother did not match her new pace.
“I see, Flower. I see.” Cuivva had watched the light through the trees grow since the last bend, but she always let Tanna discover their progress first. It reminded her of times past [...]
