Today I'm here to bring you a tongue-in-cheek (but surprisingly helpful!) way to entertain yourself during isolation. This is the Character Disaster Chart!
There's nothing better for healing than sleep--or writing. Having spent my weekend finally getting to do plenty of both, that's my testimony. I'm not snake-oiling you here, folks, some good, cathartic writing will cure what ails you.
We all have certain guilty writing vices. You might not have noticed yours yet, or might be pretending you haven't, but you definitely have them. Some are harder to notice than others, but learning what they are is the Ultimate Final Boss Key to successfully editing your own work.
For better or worse, it's Scott Fitzgerald's birthday today--author of "The Great Gatsby," or at least the bits his wife Zelda didn't write. To be perfectly honest, they both sound like the kind of people you would want to go to a party with but the people you would absolutely not want to be your minders for said party.
Since my body has decided to betray me with a hideous sinus infection, I decided this week's microprompts ought to reflect it. Shame on you, immune system. Get your act together.
The more I fine-tune "Lost and Found," the more my heroes become anti-heroes and my villains become anti-villains. The only difference between most of the "good" and "bad" characters is who they happen to dislike the most at that moment.
You'll all be pleased to know today is National Be Late For Something today. You might think I'm making this up to excuse missing a post, but I beg to differ. Look it up.
In the spirit of change, minor or major (and shoving yourself over the precipice from "should write" to "am writing"), give these microprompts your boldest shot. Happy writing, everyone!
August 12, if you didn't catch it, was International Youth Day. Seeing as Internet was quite absent where I stayed, I missed my opportunity to make a post about it. But it's never too late to take time and appreciate young writers!
I've been away from any from any extended work on "The Stars Went Out" for a bit, and I already miss the magic. Speaking of magic, Mozart's "Eine Kleine Nacthmusik" was finished on this day about 200 years ago.