This is my response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Grid.
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Weekly Photo Challenge: Creepy
This is my response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Creepy.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Beneath Your Feet
This is my response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Beneath Your Feet.
[Weekly Photo Challenge] Containers: Bye-bye, Freighter!
Daily Prompt: Standout
The best way for a short girl to stand out in a crowd is by having a bright red mohawk. Trust me, it works like a charm. Just don’t try to talk to her; she might bite.*
This is brought to you by the Daily Prompt: Standout. When was the last time you really stood out in a crowd? Are you comfortable in that position, or do you wish you could fade into the woodwork?
**Okay, so I don’t really bite. I’m pretty sure this is true of most mohawk-sporting lasses. I am totally comfortable with you staring at me, but will become a googly-eyed mess if you engage me in small-talk. Unless the conversation is about books or dead writers, then I say, “Stranger, bring it on!”
Weekly Photo Challenge: Curves
Daily Prompt: Never
Daily Prompt: Tell us about a thing you’ll never write about.
This one is easy.
A closed mind is the death of creativity. Never say never.*
*As soon as this phrase ran through my mind, I thought of this old Romeo Void song. It has nothing to do with this prompt or books or writing, but Debora Iyall is all kinds of awesome.
Daily Prompt: Say Your Name
I was named after a hippie chick called Alley Cat. Slick chick, cool cat, teenage runaway. She slipped out of sight long ago, but will never be forgotten. I don’t answer to the nickname Alley, but use half a dozen other diminutives. Quick change artist: just like my namesake. That’s all you need to know.
From the Daily Prompt: Write about your first name: Are you named after someone or something? Are there any stories or associations attached to it? If you had the choice, would you rename yourself?
Weekly Photo Challenge: Color/Colour
Weekly Photo Challenge: Future Tense
An engagement, a marriage, a fantastical blooming: this apartment building has silently witnessed it all. After six years, we are moving. After six years, we are ready to go forward. Into the next phase of our lives. Into the beautiful unknown. After six years, we are saying goodbye to our flat, our neighborhood, our first real home as a couple. The future awaits, somewhere across the river.
“Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.”-Kierkegaard
“It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.”-Poe
“I don’t fuck much with the past but I fuck plenty with the future.”-Patti Smith