Bonjour, Arcians. Salut, achoo and gesundheit. Pencils at the ready, erasers cleaned and brightly pink? Well what are we waiting for then? We have a trip to Fairy Land today.
Lightning has hit twice. I have won the Terrible Poetry Contest for the second glorious time. And everyone rejoiced and roasted Oxford commas over cozy bonfires.
Want to join in on the terribleness? The new contest opens tomorrow. Check out Chelsea’s page for details.
Interested, fellow Arcians? Tail feathers all in a kerfuffle in anticipation? Are the bird louse just making you itch to jump in and participate? Then fly on over here for the shimmy and saddle on up to join. Keep on writing.
This month’s prompt: a place that inspired your writing.
If tomorrow wasn’t Friday, I’d become guilty of voluntary manslaughter.
If tomorrow wasn’t Friday, I’d be streaking up and down the hallways of my work building, laughing like a maniac, passing out killer bees like party favors and tripping people with phonetically placed vowels.
If tomorrow wasn’t Friday, I’d be sharpening wooden pencils and dipping them in Poison Arrow Frog toxins. People would Croak. 🐸
If tomorrow wasn’t that glorious day, I’d make a life-size paper airplane and fly away. So long, suckers!
If tomorrow wasn’t the Fri-to-the-day, I’d find myself beating my head against the computer screen. More work would get done that way than waiting for Susie and Pete to give me excuse #11-80-and-3.
If tomorrow wasn’t the weekend, well, I just wouldn’t be pleased.
Once upon a time, there was a tired author, her Saint and the Labrador. They were rounding the corner from a long walk on a humid June day and were approaching their house. Dreams of lemonade and a morsel of dinner awaited them…
I researched some vegan recipes this morning. This recipe is mostly based on this wonderful dish by YouTuber Monson Made This. I subscribed to his channel recently and really love his calm, patient demeanor while he cooks and explains the food preparation to his viewers. I don’t like when chefs hurry (depending on the dish) or yell. Cooking is a relaxing art, I think, and should bring joy. And deliciousness.
If you’d like to see what I did, with the ingredients I had on hand, fly on, little Arcian.
May was a beast. She raked her claws into me, shredded my pink unicorn blouse and left me to whistle showtunes whilst I ate vegan gummy bears and hugged my stuffed velociraptor. But I survived. By hook and by crook, and a well aimed dagger or two, I survived.
Hello, Arcians. Are we ready to write? Let’s do this. For June’s first prompt, we’re taking a drive through the woods. Bring your snacks and hop in. We’re going on a road trip
Thanks again, Steve and Muffin! In the hurry and scurry of life lately, I missed this, so thanks for the direction!
Here are the rules for this award:
- Thank the person who nominated you.
- Link to the blog of the person who nominated you.
- State 7 facts about yourself.
- Nominate other bloggers who bring joy into your daily life.
This week’s Terrible Poetry Contest is over at Chelsea’s page. Give it a read, give it a whirl, chuckle and snuffle until the words all swirl.
This week’s theme is losing something dear to you. I was daring and wrote about losing my patience.