See*Photo*Write Challenge Response

I’ve been neglecting my writing exercises lately. When our writer’s group (1st Writes) meets weekly, we do a timed writing exercise together. It’s so fun and a great way to keep the writing muscles working. When we don’t meet, I slack off and rarely do any exercises, even though we have a weekly photo prompt exercise on the 1st Writes blog. For some reason, I spend way too much time thinking about what to write, rather than just sitting down and writing. So this week, I was determined to sit down and write for 15 minutes on the See*Photo*Write prompt. I did not waste time over-thinking it. Here’s the photo and my response –

Tea Time

“You’re crazy, Edna,” Louise held her hands up in exasperation.

“Crazy? I am certainly not crazy!” Edna looked away from her best friend of 30 years. “I may be old. I may loose track of the days and I may forget where I put my teeth at night, but one thing I’m not is crazy!”

“Now, Edna,” Louise leaned forward to pick up her teacup.

“And furthermore, when you invite a friend over for tea, it’s the height of rudeness to insult their sanity,” Edna took a quick, angry sip of her lukewarm tea.

“Don’t get your dander up, Edna. I wasn’t insulting you. I’m simply pointing out that you’re crazy if you think your husband looked like Gibbs! Robert was short, round and bald. He looked more like a bowling ball and nothing like the handsome and debonair Mark Harmon.”

“Well, I never,” Edna pressed her lips firmly together, unwilling to admit that Louise’s description of her beloved Robert was spot on.

Proverbial Meditation (An A-Z Challenge Extra)

Throughout the month of April for the A-Z Challenge, 1st Writes, my writer’s group blog, has been meditating on Proverbs. Each day a member of our group writes about a Proverb containing a word corresponding to the letter of the alphabet for the day. Even members who don’t blog have written interpretations of the Proverbs. The entries in the series are short, inspiring and refreshing to the spirit – with the possible exception of today’s entry!

Today is the letter ‘V’ in the Challenge and the word of the day at 1st Writes is ‘Vomit’ – found in Proverbs 25:16 (If you find honey, eat just enough— too much of it, and you will vomit). Surprisingly, nobody in our group volunteered for this word! So I gladly reluctantly signed up. Even more surprising, I actually came up with two (maybe one and a half) different meditations on a word so repulsive, just hearing it triggers my gag reflex.

The first meditation posted on 1st Writes ponders gluttony in blogging. Is it possible to be a ‘blog glutton’?

My second contribution is shorter and quite possibly more of an observation rather than a reflection.

 

At times in our writing, using a word with negative connotations is the best way of attracting an audience and getting our point across.

To me, the best use of the word ‘vomit’ in a title is  – Comment Vomit: How Not To Leave Comments by Melissa who manages two blogs – Adventuroo and Momcomm.

It’s one of her most popular posts ever, in part, I’m sure, due to it’s title, which doesn’t repulse, but shocks and intrigues. The post was so popular it spawned a badge that reads – This is a comment vomit free zone. The graphic on the badge is a cute little cloud opening its mouth and spewing forth a cute, colorful rainbow. The pleasant graphic helps soften the harshness of the word while maintaining its power. It’s so wrong and right at the same time.

While musing about the word ‘vomit’ for only a few seconds, after thinking – ‘pregnancy’ and ‘gross’, I remembered this post, which proves it’s a memorable title!

Good Gracious, Goliath! (Another Quasi A-Z Post)

I feel like dancing! Well…not quite dancing. I’m a bad dancer. The first week of the A-Z Challenge is over and I’m still in it. I’m feeling stronger in my writing and creativity. I just might finish this thing after all and it’s all thanks to God’s inspiration.

Just to clarify…well more like to promote, I’m participating in the Challenge at Bible Bloggers, my blog of blogs written by Bible characters, and at 1st Writes, my writer’s group’s blog. Over at 1st Writes, members, even non-blogging members, are sharing meditations on Proverbs. So far I’ve blogged about the letters ‘E’ and ‘G’ – E Is For Ear; G Is For Gracious.

While over at Bible Bloggers, Abigail, Bathsheba, Cornelius, Eve, Faith and Goliath have been busy blogging. By the way, if you like Bible Bloggers, consider ‘liking’ their Facebook page!

Finally, I wish you all a Blessed Easter Sunday!

Photo Credit - VStock

 

Shameless Self-Promotion

I’ve been a busy blogger-bee this week!

Interested in writing romance novels? Be sure and check out my post ‘A Call to Romance‘ @ 1st Writes!

Looking for a fun writing exercise? Be sure and check out my Guest post @ Writercize!

And since I’m already shamelessly promoting myself, if you missed it last week, Ali Cross featured me as a ‘Narley Ninja’! Interested in my writing process? Be sure and check out this post!

Thank you to everyone from The Insecure Writer’s Support Group for your visits, your comments, and your encouragement, especially for The Tell-Tale Blog. You guys are awesomesauce!

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I’ve also been a busy writing-bee for NaNoWriMo! ~3700 words, which is a slow start, but a start nonetheless!

By the way, if you are participating in NaNoWriMo, let’s be buddies —my NaNoWriMo Profile.

See? More shameless self-promotion! *laughs uncomfortably* Actually, I just want to take this opportunity to complie a list of my readers and fellow bloggers who are taking part so that I can offer my support throughout the month. Leave a comment if you are participating officially or unofficially so I’ll be sure to visit and cheer you on this month.

And feel free to take this opportunity to shamelessly promote your blogging and writing endeavors in a comment!

See*Photo*Write Challenge Response

Here is my response to this week’s photo prompt challenge at 1st Writes:

Football Saturday

I am all alone surrounded by thousands.

I would not be missed until the end.

I know the basics but it is not enough.

If I were him it would be different.

He is the favorite receiver.

The passes, cheers, victory slaps

Because I can’t throw or catch

I am on the bench.

I go to every game hoping,

Yearning for a chance at the big play –

The interception of my father’s attention.

© Brianna N. Renshaw

See*Photo*Write Challenge Response

Click here for this week’s See*Photo*Write Challenge at 1st Writes.

Under an Olive Tree

“I can’t stand it anymore. I wish he were dead. He just…exists; he’s not living.” An old woman dabbed at the corners of her eyes with a thread-bare handkerchief she kept wringing in her hands. “Isn’t there anything you can do for him, Doctor? To end his suffering?”

“Mrs. Papadakis, he’s not suffering…”

“Not suffering? He doesn’t know who he is anymore! How is that ‘not suffering’?”

“What I mean is…”

“I know what you mean, Doctor.” Mrs. Papadakis clutched her purse tightly and glanced quickly at the window where the man who had once been her husband sat staring blankly ahead. He didn’t even know she was in the room! Refusing to cry anymore, she stiffened her spine and turned for the door. “I might not be back to visit for a while. It’s too hard seeing him like this.” With those words, a wife left her husband.

Under an olive tree in Greece, Nicholas Papadakis remained oblivious.

See*Photo*Write Challenge Response

Click here for this week’s See*Photo*Write Challenge at 1st Writes.

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Boo Boos and Band-aids

Luke gently washed Lily’s scraped knee with a washcloth before carefully applying a band-aid. Sitting back on his heels and digging in the pocket of his jeans, he rummaged through quarters, a couple of rocks, and pocket lint until he finally dug out a strawberry Jolly Rancher, which he handed to his sister. “Take this and call me in the morning if you don’t feel better.”

Lily giggled and popped the hot, sticky sweet into her mouth. “Thank you, Doctor Luke.”

This was a familiar routine as Lily accumulated scrapes and cuts like most little girls seemed to accumulate hair barrettes.

Luke stood up from the floor and washed his hands in the kitchen sink. Just as he pulled open the back door, he heard Lily ask, “Where you goin’?

Sighing, Luke said, “Out,” and slammed the door. He didn’t need to see Lily to know her lower lip was trembling and her eyes were filling with tears that had nothing to do with her bloody knee.  By the time he reached his bike at the edge of the driveway, Luke had managed to block all thoughts of his little sister from his mind. A boy needed time alone.

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I liked Luke and Lily so much after writing their story for the 1st Campaigner Challenge that I decided to write about them again for the See*Photo*Write Challenge.