The WCOID – Day 6, On The Traveling Jesus

0035 number 6 2The Writing Challenge of Indeterminate Duration – Day 6
Tell a complete stranger about a beloved family tradition

Although I’m from what I consider a traditional family – – mom, dad, house in the suburbs, 2.5 children (my younger brother was born without his right-side, it’s not something we generally talk about), we didn’t have many traditions when I was growing up and we have even fewer now. We tried to Continue reading →

The WCOID – Day 5, On Tangents

0034 nmbr 5The Writing Challenge of Indeterminate Duration – Day 5
What is public and what is private? What should be public and what should be private? What do public and private mean today?

I only had to skip over one topic today to land on one that felt doable … and I did it because I care about each and every one of you. The prompt that I gave a pass to was describe your day, hour by hour, and I figured you’ve got better things to do than Continue reading →

The WCOID – Day 4, On Spontaneously Combusting Trousers

The Writing Challenge of Indeterminate Duration – Day 4
Write about something you know nothing about. Make it all up

I though0033 TWCOID - Day 4t that today was going to be the first time I ventured outside the pages of my book for a post prompt, because every random page I landed on had suggestions that were serious or depressing . . . Continue reading →

The WCOID – Day 3, On Writer’s Block

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What does writer’s block feel like?

A better topic for me at this point might have been what does it feel like to write about writer’s block when you have writer’s block? Maybe I’ll refer to this experience tomorrow and write about one of my favorite things: irony. Continue reading →

Am I Up To The Challenge?

I’ve been away from Blogville for almost a year and a half; but not because I wanted to be. Part of the problem is that my blog was doing fairly well (at least by my standards), and I basically choked. Remember when you were a kid and you’d learned some new stunt (riding a bike, doing a cartwheel, riding a skateboard) and wanted to have an audience to show off for? As soon as there were eyes on you though, the only tricks you could do were “I think it’s broken” and “That’s gonna need stitches.” It was kind of like that, just with less blood and fewer x-rays.
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