Amy’s Bad Advice #4
Random share today at Pointed Home, but between the humor, the wisdom, and the best advice a writer can get… I had to do it.
Be brave. Damnit. Be brave.
Show up, everyday, and write.
Head on down, grabs cup of your favorite caffeinated beverage to keep those writer’s thoughts stimulated and share your favorite post for the week! — Stephen
Anatomy of a Book: Choosing and Organizing Your Writing
The time quickly approaches when The SailorPoet will begin his own publishing journey…
Come to the Go Dog Go Cafe this week and share your thoughts on “The color of her blood was the least of my worries…”
The color of her blood was the least of my worries,
The color our blood made, a delta of throbbing flow
Two rivers carving up the earth relentless in pursuit
Of an ocean in need of salt. The rush of this pair
This need, worried me. Why can the single stream
Not carve land with adequate expression of faith?
When he drifted up to view the landscape written
In his tumble down to the sea, he saw half letters
Made complete in the delta of their blood a quill
That wrote new tales of life in fallow fields.
Christine is known for her writing prompt challenges on her blog Brave and Reckless. She is now hosting a Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge at the Go Dog Go Cafe. The prompts are designed to be quick challenges that can be written in 10 to 15 minutes, inspire you creatively, are fun, and get everyone interacting. Please post your response to the prompt in the comments below and show your fellow posters some love and support. All members of the Go Dog Go community, including Baristas, are welcome to participate. Feel free to share this post on your own blogs and/or Facebook.
Christine is always looking for cool, quick writing prompts. If you have a great idea for a future Tuesday prompt challenge, send it to her at email@example.com
Today’s prompt is a flash fiction that starts with: “The color of her blood was the least of my worries…”
You can leave your responses…
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How Do Poets Choose A Collection Opener?
Beautiful writing. Visit. Read. Enjoy.
And from my favorite playlist… Catching Fireflies… perhaps… perhaps… a preview of an upcoming song of the week?
Shared from Singledust
Two of my favorite people: Christine and Davy D. Enjoy them both, spend days exploring their blogs… you will be better for it!
A response poem to Davy D’s question What Is Poetry? on the Go Dog Go Cafe
it is a stir
rising from my core
growing in urgency
pushing to my surface
gasping hungrily for air
sitting impatiently on my tongue
tear shaped diamond
for hand to grasp pen
fingers to touch keys
truth to be unleashed
an explosion of my soul
in black ink
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
These lines captured me:
“She tremored between here and there,
filled with a terrible,
that she was learning to play.”