Once again, thanks Steve and Muffin. This has been a windfall. Mr. Swinebottom has been polishing the award trophies. Let’s begin.
I asked what you would like me to blog about and I had quite a few ideas requested. So here’s the first one from my Star Jar:
“Why the name Peregrine Arc?”
List your ideas below and I’ll put them in my proverbial star jar. Keep writing!
Good afternoon, Arcians. Pencils ready? Check your doubt at the door and let’s dive in. Even if you don’t feel quite ready to publish your writing online, participate the old fashioned way with pen and paper. It’s fun and one of the only ways you’ll become a better writer. Feel better? Then let’s begin.
You’re at a restaurant, a rather posh and open air setting within an art museum. There’s lots of greenery and plants with ivory colored marble floors and tall Grecian pillars. You are attending a museum gala and are donating funds to help the museum complete some renovation projects. There are about seventy tables scattered around you, with more in the adjoining ballroom.
A waiter brings you your soup and carries away your finished salad plate. There’s nothing quite like a five course dinner before a night of dancing and art perusing to put a bounce in your step. You feel at peace and satisfied. You’re seated in the very far corner of the room and can people watch to your heart’s delight
From your table, you begin to hear a man start to argue with one of the museum staff. They’re trying to help their voices down but fortunately for you, you can hear every word because of the odd acoustics in your area.
“I placed it there–I know it! The emblem, it’s gone!”
“Keep your voice down!” the other man cuts in. He’s dressed in a very sharp suit with a red tie and has his hair combed back. He darts his eyes around the room and you pretend to dab at an invisible soup stain on your sleeve.
“It’s got to be here somewhere. But we need to find it before midnight tonight. That’s when the gala and ball ends. Otherwise we’re all goners…”
Take it from here. The rules are below.
Thank you, Steve for the nomination! So very kind of you and Muffin. Everyone, read his blog now. Canada, cats, birds and bears–oh my. It’s one of my favorites and I read it several times a week. It’s good medicine.
The rules and my answers are below:
Share a happy thought below. Could be an accomplishment, could be just a hello. Let’s try to encourage one another.
And for all you fellow writers out there–keep moving forward! ☺️
Happy weekend, everyone. I’ll be doing some writing and polishing of my writing room. What will you be doing?
Also, do you need a book to read this weekend? Why, here you go. And that Lab below? She may have inspired a dog in that book…
Four cheers for my Introverting mug. It can be found on Etsy. Cheers.
You’re at a burial, dressed in shoes you didn’t have time to polish or lace up correctly. It’s a grey sort of day, overcast with rain coming soon. They’re lowering the casket into the ground and all you can do is stare at the stubborn knot in your shoelaces.
Someone lights up a cigarette after the service is over and you move away to avoid the smoke. Your heels slip into the soft ground and you get mud on the hemline of your clothes. You stop to catch your breath after a long day and close your eyes. You smell rain in the air.
There’s a piano you can hear in the nearby chapel playing a soft tune. You think they’re playing “Amazing Grace” and then it changes. A sudden thought strikes you: “I must get back into the car before the last note. Once the last note plays, it’ll start raining.”
You’re heading back to the car when you see a man standing at the fence. He’s dressed in overhauls and a flannel shirt, looking directly at you. You glance away but are drawn back by the man’s intense stare. He’s holding something in his hand. A letter? A book? You can’t tell. You feel you must find out, before the last piano note…
Take it from here. You don’t need to be Hemingway or Dickinson to participate. Just write. The few rules are below.
First of all, a big thank you to Steve and Muffin for the nomination. I read their blog almost daily, particularly when I need to relax and help my mind wind down after a long day of work. If you like animals, Canada, country living, along with some good humor and interesting escapades, check out his blog and subpages. It’s good medicine. 🌷
And don’t forget about Muffin’s page. If you do fail to visit, she just might shred those lovely shoes you’re wearing. And nobody wants that, do they?