Happy Anniversary!

Today is a very special day for two reasons: it's my father's birthday and it's the first anniversary of our blog! I've already done my prompt for the day, and I want to reflect on the past year of writing. This started as a project geared towards my father. Specifically, to encourage him back into …

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Prompt 20/300

Prompt: You are a childen's book writer. Write the first few lines of your new book.   Far away in a strange and mysterious land lives the village of Whinsyton. In cozy huts and tidy holes the gnomes make their homes. There are the Jollyfoots and the Churlingers, the Brambledocs and the Livelintoes, but most …

Prompt 8/300

Prompt: Come up with a mathematical formula to express something you know/believe. (Example: Long Saturday run + Frappucino = Happiness)   Caffeine + Epic Music = Creative Writing This might not be true for everyone, but I find myself most in the zone for writing when I'm well-caffeinated and jamming to some epic tunes. I …

Day 168

Prompt: Write about a conversation you’ve overheard.   "It's like he doesn't even know what email is." Being in IT has its perks, one of them being that people make a few assumptions about me: 1. They can tell me about any IT problem and I'll be able to fix it right away 2. I …

Day 167

Prompt: on storytelling.   The first rule of teaching is to know your subject, but the lesser-known, unwritten second rule is to tell stories. It seems almost counterintuitive: spend your precious in-class time on stories instead of content. However, psychology studies have shown that people are more likely to remember concepts introduced through story-telling. Which sounds …

Day 100

WOO HOO! 100 days in and I've only missed 8(?). I'm calling that a victory. Today will be a reflection on the project (and my life) since January.   When I started the writing challenge in January, it was 99% about holding my dad accountable for writing at least a few words each day. I …

Day 97

Prompt: an isolated place.   Cup of coffee in hand, I step out onto the porch, taking in the chatter of the woods. There's peace here, no cars or whistling trains. Just the birds, the bugs, and me. I stretch and sit at the small table, opening my laptop and letting the world suck me …