Hi!
As you guys might have known, the day job is keeping me pretty swamped lately - there are 27 television series currently shooting in NY, and pilot season hasn't even started, so...woof. Its great and wonderful, and totally exhausting - and my writing has done bupkis for three months.
Sad face.
I was just invited to a group that does writing prompts - in this case, a key phrase that the writer takes to make a short story of 100-500 words. I've never been good at micro shorts, but spitting out a hundred words in a few minutes in order to keep writing? I'm there. It's about what I have the attention span for at this point.
The first prompt was 'What say thee?"
This is what I wrote:
As you guys might have known, the day job is keeping me pretty swamped lately - there are 27 television series currently shooting in NY, and pilot season hasn't even started, so...woof. Its great and wonderful, and totally exhausting - and my writing has done bupkis for three months.
Sad face.
I was just invited to a group that does writing prompts - in this case, a key phrase that the writer takes to make a short story of 100-500 words. I've never been good at micro shorts, but spitting out a hundred words in a few minutes in order to keep writing? I'm there. It's about what I have the attention span for at this point.
The first prompt was 'What say thee?"
This is what I wrote:
“What say thee?”
“Donald,” I replied, “I say we're
in a goddamn Denny's, so put down your axe and quit mangling middle
English for five minutes. Okay?”
His face fell, but he dutifully tucked
his new, mass produced battle ax gently on the seat. Our waitress
came over, popping gum. She gave our costumes the once over, sucked
pink latex back between her teeth, and walked away. Donald looked
into my eyes, pleading.
“I'm really hungry.” He said.
I sighed.
“Okay, fine. You can keep the axe on
the table.”
Our service did improve tremendously.
