76 Days Remain
76 Days Remain
A continuation of my #last100days2023 project
Welcome to my #last100dayproject!
What are you focusing on for the remainder of 2023?
There are 76 days left of the year 2023.
I give you permission to begin today!
Today’s prompt:
Today’s prompt allows for a few options for your project.
You can choose a word from the list and use it individually.
Or, you can use the words collectively in your piece.
How can these words go together to form a story you might not have written any other way?
You will have a first thought when you see these words. What words come to mind three or four thoughts in?
What image or memory comes to mind when you think of these words?
I invite you to search your notebooks and drives for the prompt words and see what drafts you have that you can resurrect and revise.
What will you write today?
A list
A metaphor
A memory
One sentence containing each word
One sentence containing all the words
Whatever you choose - have fun!
Happy writing!
I invite you to leave a comment!
You belong simply because you are here.
A little more about me: Tammy L. Evans is a writer, teacher, and coach living in a tiny house on a peninsula with her husband and adventure cat. Her location device is her loud laugh. She is working on a non-fiction book about how to submit and publish your first pieces. She is the creator and host of THE BRADBURY TRIO COURSE. Her poetry has been published in The Storyteller, FoxGlove Journal, Story Hall, Blue Insights, The Partnered Pen, and others. Her fiction has been published in Gone Lawn, Cabinets of Heed, Spelk, Five on the Fifth, Clover and White, Fiction Berlin Kitchen, and others.
"Talisman for the Poet"
Unmappable sentences live on
beyond the confines of their pun-
ctuation. The wild ones live on
in the echoes of the un-
said. They live on as riddles
bridging the literal to the fig-
urative, from the nonsensical
to the overtly sensual fig-
ments of your imagination. Listen, man,
here’s a fortune in gold worth dig-
ging for, if meaningful gold is what you’re after.
There are more riches for you to dig-
est if you’re willing to listen
to me whisper and thump away. I’m a hum-
ble rabbit’s foot, a lucky talisman
for you to hang onto while you hum
your dissonant tunes. You’ve become a prison-
er, obsessed with cutting lines, with under-
standing the life of sentences you imprison-
ed here in this plunder-
ed poem—your biggest blunder!
Listen, man, you under-
estimate my ability to sunder
lightning strikes from the poetry of thunder.