This year, No snow yet, Time will tell...
In response to The Daily Post's writing prompt: "Dictionary, Shmictionary." Time to confess: tell us about a time when you used a word whose meaning you didn’t actually know (or were very wrong about, in retrospect). I told you, the day we first met. "I don't believe you" you said in reply, smiling. Of course, … Continue reading #DailyPrompt: Dictionary… #150words
In response to The Daily Post's writing prompt: "All About Me." The lens lies on the desk, reflecting the evening light. Since this is the longest day of the year, I have plenty of time still to think of the significance of names: of glass - the lens on this camera, the crystal goblet on the table … Continue reading #DailyPrompt: Of Glass & Paper
The desk is littered: photographs of the sublime Italian model he worships, another of himself in the Dolomites with two small children - now young adults - a postal card of Paul Klee's "The Saint of the inner Light", various requests for donations (well...) and more... And what about this new work? Stalling, wandering, disrupted … Continue reading #Writing space (Thursday’s Musings) #amwriting
I found a definition in Wiktionary for quandary, a word which somehow intrigues me. So it goes: "Etymology: 16th century. Origin unknown; perhaps a dialectal corruption (simulating a word of Latin origin with suffix -ary) of wandreth (“evil, plight, peril, adversity, difficulty”), from Middle English wandreth, from Old Norse vandræði (“difficulty, trouble”), from vandr (“difficult, requiring pains and care”). quandary (plural quandaries) A state of not knowing what to decide; … Continue reading #AtoZChallenge2015: quandary
Inspired by the character of Theo Decker in The Goldfinch I saw the cruel rictus on his lips, my friend on his knees, bleeding, the spent cartridges on the dirty concrete floor, and I knew: I would be next. Beyond this place of despair, I saw my mother's reflection in the mirror, her sweet smile, … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Vindictive
The moon appeared, a moody silvery face half masked by grey clouds, just above the trees. The young woman moved slowly through the quiet house: it was still early, perhaps before seven in the old clock time: she knew where to find her love, the writer, who must have been at work for a good … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Envy
In my mind I see you dancing, fireflies in the cloudy sky. Who are you: ghosts from a hidden past, forgotten dreams? In the warm air you climb, perhaps ascending slowly to join the mothership? Where you come from, I am sure, must be different from here: a secret world...
For this week’s challenge, you must write a fifty-word story. Not five thousand, not five hundred, but precisely fifty words. It looked familiar. That place I knew, without knowing its name. The river, the willow trees, the narrow path close to the water edge. Then I heard your voice, and I walked in your direction. … Continue reading Weekly Writing Challenge: Fifty #DPChallenge #WritersWednesday
Traditions: we’ve all got ‘em. They might be family dinners on special occasions, or having a particular kind of cake on your birthday (Jeanne Cake, natch), or popcorn at the movies, or meeting your friend for a 5k run in the park, rain or shine, every Sunday morning. What are your favorite traditions, large and … Continue reading Daily Prompt: Time After Time: #Coffee #Ritual