The WCOID – Day 16, On The Trouble With Topics

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I’m going bookless today!

I’d selected a writing prompt last night … I think I’ve mentioned that sometimes I like to let my brain work on a post while I sleep. But before I could noodle it around very much, it occurred to me that aside from a casual remark or two, it’s been a while since I blogged about my adventures in Lesbiland. Continue reading →

The WCOID – Day 10, On Silly Love Songs and Outdated Pop-Culture References

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How you feel about love these days

Well, love is a many splendored thing, I know that. Some people say love stinks, love is blue or even that they’ve had enough of silly love songs. Maybe they lost that loving feeling and are looking for a new love; so they keep asking Is this love? but all they hear back is That ain’t love.

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The WCOID – Day 9, On Broken Dishes

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Start a story with the line “My mother broke every plate in the house that day.”

My mother broke every plate in the house that day. I wasn’t surprised that she was frustrated and angry, but she had always been a yeller, never a thrower or breaker. This was something new.

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The WCOID – Day 8, On Sad Jokes

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Tell the world’s saddest joke.

I very nearly rejected this prompt. In fact, I initially set it aside to go looking for another topic. But even while I was looking for something more “substantial,” my mind kept going back to sad jokes. Continue reading →

Some Blog!

I dug this one out of the vault because it’s one of my favorites.  I was reading the blog of my dear friend, Temper, who was the inspiration for the story and was hit with a sudden wave of nostalgia. So I figured I’d drag you all down memory lane with me. Enjoy!

“Why did you do all this for me?” he asked. “I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.” 

“You have been my friend,” replied Charlotte. “That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what’s a life, anyway? We’re born, we live a little while, we die… By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heavens knows anyone’s life can stand a little of that.”

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