The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over as a moveable feast with many participants supplying the Words.
When Delores closed her blog forever due to other problems, Elephant's Child (Sue) took over the role of coordinator.
Now, after Sue's demise, River has taken the mantle of coordinator upon her shoulders.
No matter what, how, where or who the aim of the words is to encourage us to write. Poems, stories, subtitles, tales, jokes, haiku, crosswords, puns, ... you're the boss.
Use all Words, some Words, one Word, or even none of them if that makes your creative juices flow. Anything goes, only please nothing rude or vulgar.
This month the words are given by Mimi @ Messymimi's Meanderings and can be found there and at River's blog: Drifting through Life
If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please leave a comment on River's blog, then we can come along and read it and add a few encouraging words.
It is also a challenge, where the old saying "The more the merrier" holds true.
So Please, remember to follow the links, go back and read other peoples' stories. And please leave a comment after reading. Challenges like this one thrives on interaction, feedback and encouragement. And we ALL need encouragement.
And for today we were given:
1.bowed
2.snoring
3.barefoot
4.tears
5.memory
6.swamped
and/or:
1.taped
2.cream
3.moonlit
4.beach
5.soft
6. salty
Back in January 2020, I ended a long story about Allan, Mary and the end of the World. Since then I've returned now and then and wrote what came to my mind to flesh out the story fill out the holes. In June I told a bit more about Fr. Paul. In April '21 I added a longish tale about the survivors from Wieliczka, and later a second bit about Fr. Paul joined the collection in May '25
All of the story can be read in one long go by choosing the tab "Mary & Allan" in the top of this blog.
This is one more episode. We're back to one of the first springs after the end of the world, a beautiful, busy May morning. I used the first batch of words in the order they were given.
Allison, the biologist, stood bowed over the tubs inside the greenhouse brush in hand. It was a wonderful early SPring morning. The sun was shining from a luminous blue sky, the flowers were opening, smelling divinely, and a bit overpowering in the closed confines of the greenhouse.
Most of the pollinator team was still snoring after yesterday's strenuous work pollinating the apple trees, but no matter what these tiny flowers needed to be pollinated as well. Brandishing her brush made of the finest, silken hair off the head of the smallest of the infants she softly padded barefoot from one tub to the next. Barefoot was the upside of no insects, having to pollinate every single flower by hand was the downside.
She had shed many tears over how hard it was to be an entomologist forever out of work. The memory of better days once again swamped her, and made her eyes overflow.
When Delores closed her blog forever due to other problems, Elephant's Child (Sue) took over the role of coordinator.
Now, after Sue's demise, River has taken the mantle of coordinator upon her shoulders.
No matter what, how, where or who the aim of the words is to encourage us to write. Poems, stories, subtitles, tales, jokes, haiku, crosswords, puns, ... you're the boss.
Use all Words, some Words, one Word, or even none of them if that makes your creative juices flow. Anything goes, only please nothing rude or vulgar.
This month the words are given by Mimi @ Messymimi's Meanderings and can be found there and at River's blog: Drifting through Life
If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please leave a comment on River's blog, then we can come along and read it and add a few encouraging words.
It is also a challenge, where the old saying "The more the merrier" holds true.
So Please, remember to follow the links, go back and read other peoples' stories. And please leave a comment after reading. Challenges like this one thrives on interaction, feedback and encouragement. And we ALL need encouragement.
And for today we were given:
1.bowed
2.snoring
3.barefoot
4.tears
5.memory
6.swamped
and/or:
1.taped
2.cream
3.moonlit
4.beach
5.soft
6. salty
Back in January 2020, I ended a long story about Allan, Mary and the end of the World. Since then I've returned now and then and wrote what came to my mind to flesh out the story fill out the holes. In June I told a bit more about Fr. Paul. In April '21 I added a longish tale about the survivors from Wieliczka, and later a second bit about Fr. Paul joined the collection in May '25
All of the story can be read in one long go by choosing the tab "Mary & Allan" in the top of this blog.
This is one more episode. We're back to one of the first springs after the end of the world, a beautiful, busy May morning. I used the first batch of words in the order they were given.
Allison, the biologist, stood bowed over the tubs inside the greenhouse brush in hand. It was a wonderful early SPring morning. The sun was shining from a luminous blue sky, the flowers were opening, smelling divinely, and a bit overpowering in the closed confines of the greenhouse.
Most of the pollinator team was still snoring after yesterday's strenuous work pollinating the apple trees, but no matter what these tiny flowers needed to be pollinated as well. Brandishing her brush made of the finest, silken hair off the head of the smallest of the infants she softly padded barefoot from one tub to the next. Barefoot was the upside of no insects, having to pollinate every single flower by hand was the downside.
She had shed many tears over how hard it was to be an entomologist forever out of work. The memory of better days once again swamped her, and made her eyes overflow.
... To maybe be continued.
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September 2 question - - Do you have a favourite character archetype you tend to gravitate toward in your writing?My answer - Yes, my main archetype is the 'mature compared to their age', timid, but knowledgeable type. Susan is the archetype here, but Allan & Mary, and partially Peter from my dream-story comes under this heading.
My second archetype is the off beat type, mysterious competent, but unfit for the time and place they live in. Thora and Gilvi, and many of my other professors in magic are this type, as are Peter, but he has to learn how to fit in.
