She was a fabulous storyteller. Vivid language, great engagement with her listeners, a dab of acting the part thrown in. She could enthrall. But she didn’t know when to stop. She’d reach a climax, her audience would clap and voice their approval. Then she’d ruin it by going on longer. The listeners knew when the story was over, but she didn’t.
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We all have our very own Paparazzi. Or we will soon. Drones following our every move. Implantable technology that tracks our every movement. Cameras in every store, on every street corner, in everyone’s pocket as they attend events you are attending. Being unremarkable, unnoticed, is no longer an option.
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[Directions for the poem: 1 line for each of the five senses, and finish with a last line about an emotion.]
I come from seeing my parents and ornery cousins around my grandmother’s big kitchen table.
I come from the aroma of bacon and coffee from my mother’s kitchen each morning.
I come from the taste of wild – wild game and fish.
I come from the feel of a smooth gun stock in my hands as I follow my father though the river bottoms.
I come from the sound of my dad’s favorite singer – Jo Stafford – on the juke box at Polly’s Cafe.
I come from a childhood filled with love and support.
Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “I come from.” Hat tip to Beata Tsosie-Pena for this writing topic from her writing workshop at the Ghost Ranch Wisdom Sharing conference.
You know those games you play where people say, “Who’s your favorite writer?” or “If you could have dinner with a famous person who would it be?” My answer is always the same: Alice Walker.
I spent last week in a place where some amazing and inspiring women shared their wisdom. One of those women was Alice Walker. Whenever I get anywhere near Alice Walker, I feel completely opened up, alive. Being around her is like being in love. Everything is more wonderful – colors, scents, contact. She thrills me completely.
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I’m taking next week off. I invite you to spend the time in my absence to create your own writing prompt, put it in a comment under this post, and write the beginning of your story about your own writing prompt. Yes, make it up yourself. Anyone who feels inspired can reply to your comment with 50 words on your prompt. Everybody got that? Good. Write something.
Travelin’ Dan never met a stranger, but he never made a long term friend, either. He could shoot the bull with anyone, about anything. As long as it didn’t get personal. As long as no one said, “Where you from, Dan?” or “Tell us about yourself, Dan.” That’s when the conversations ended for Dan and you saw nothing but the worn down heels of his shoes as he jumped on a bus for the next spot on down the road a bit.
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I don’t remember being particularly difficult as a child, but I must have been. I remember my mother becoming absolutely frazzled trying to deal with me. Did I cry when she tried to tame my curly hair? I can see her standing over me with a brush in her hand and a look of frustration on her face. Was I rebellious? I remember “running away” with my cousin – heading down the highway to go someplace where we thought we could ride a horse. I remember how angry everyone was when they found us.
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I remember Sarah Vaughan singing “Autumn Leaves.” I was walking down the street – long before the days of Walkmans or iPods – so the song must have been coming out of my head and imagination. But it was perfect. That voice of hers caressing each note. The pauses, the sweep of violins. The image of leaves drifting down. The melancholy.
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A text came at 6 AM. It said “I’m ready.” Translated, that meant that she was up and when daylight came would be dressed and ready to walk. I texted back an “OK” and dragged out my walking shoes. I would go walk with her – make sure she got some exercise each day. Anything to keep her healthy.
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Where do you write? I don’t mean those moments when you’re at the computer or notebook – I mean those moments when you’re in your head putting words together that will come out later. I write in my sleep and I wake up with words arranged in my mind. I write in the car when I should be paying more attention to my driving. I write in the shower with soap in my hair. I write when I’m walking or raking leaves or vacuuming. Oh, face it, I’m always writing.
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