Day 11: Think of one word to describe your day. Write a paragraph about that word. Dismal. What a dreary word to write about. On its own,...

Day 10: You find a basket on your front porch and... A loud knock served as my alarm. I glanced at the still dark sky and groaned....

Day 9: Write a break-up scene. Hello. I mean, like hello? Is he even listening? The glazed look in his eyes tells me he isn’t though his...

Day 8: You find an ancient coin. What do you do with it? The coin arced, shining bright in the sun until it disappeared down the well. I...

Day 7: Write about your favorite food. Make it sound as disgusting as possible. Candy. An ooey, gooey mess of sugary sweetness stuck in...

Day 6: Over the course of the school year, a sixth-grade teacher intercepted dozens of notes being passed between students. He keeps them...

Day 5: Write a dramatic scene that takes place in a church Charlotte beamed at her new husband and the crowd cheered. I whistled loudly,...

Day 4: Write a brief obituary for an inanimate object near you. Ballpoint Pen ran out of ink at 1:13pm on Saturday, June 16. No more will...

Day 3: You are a cowboy poet. Pen an ode to your hat. Oh shade-giving wonder, oh head-protecting hero how I love thee. Your brim is so...

Day 2: Write about the act of kissing someone without naming a body part. He tasted like chocolate. And whiskey. And something sharper,...

Day 1: Write your own myth describing what happens to people when they die. Upon death, we merge with the stream of energy all around us....

So I came across an interesting writing challenge today. To write a story where the first line is 20 words, the second line is 19 words,...

I don’t understand dogs. Well, not dogs in general but my dogs. I just had to get up from my very cozy spot on the couch and let one of...

And I love it. The way it smells, the way it sounds drumming on the roof. The way it scrubs the air so clean you can taste it. It's like...

The world seems dark right now. Like the sun gave up on us. Or like there’s nothing but shade everywhere you look. It’s easy to get...

I noticed something about our collective circumstance: chaos. Some say without chaos we can’t know order. Like without darkness we can’t...

Writing truly is an art form. From the initial hook, through the tumultuous middle build, culminating in the crisis/conflict then...

We are our own worst critics. It takes a lot to get past that in all facets of life, not just writing. I don't know what did it for me. I...

Seriously. It’s really all you need. From the time we’re born until the time we die, we crave it. Like air. Or chocolate. And giving it...

Birthdays. You either love them or hate them. I happen to love them. And not just my own; everyone’s. My birthday is only 3 weeks after...