The Book of Stains

I would like your additions to “The Book of Stains.” It’s a handy how-to guide that needs expanding since stains are always going to show up. Here are some early listings, to give you an idea of what is most helpful: The splatter of grief –This stain will fade over time. Many cleaning books maintain that this is a treatable stain, but there is no way to erase the splatter of grief except to wait for it to disappear on its own. Spilled hopes –Wipe up with a soft cloth. Wring the liquid into a Mason jar and seal. These will keep indefinitely until you are ready to serve them up along with a fine champagne. Ground in messages of misogyny –This stain needs treatment with harsh chemicals. Wear rubber gloves because such stains are toxic to tender skin. The sooner this stain is treated, the better. If the stain is on paper, burn it. Caked on confusion –Happily, there are many books on cake making that contain helpful hints. Betty Crocker herself recommends mixing up confusion with the following ingredients: a dictionary, Google, a yellow tablet, honesty, and the will to learn. Bake for a number of years until done. The dust of dumb decisions –Here a light touch is best. Dust is everywhere and it tends to come back. Don’t shoot for the perfect dustless home, but rest easy. A little dust never hurt anyone. We all have this kind of dust.

This Is Only a Test

(And who are we to resist?) True or False 1. Summer is the opposite of winter. 2. Riding camels is similar to publishing the local church newsletter. 3. Thwapping a presidential candidate in the face with a dried pea from a pea shooter is a federal offense. 4. Living on an island near New Zealand is close to heaven. 5. I could play guitar if I would only practice more.

Third Annual ALWAYCT Writing Festival Has Arrived!

Welcome friends and writers!  Now is the time to challenge yourself to write something that you want to share and get careful feedback on. For our Third Annual ALWAYCT Festival there will be two rules: ~Limit your piece to 1000 words or less. ~If you submit, you pledge to share careful feedback on all the other submissions from your fellow writers.  Your feedback should be more than, “I liked it!”  Share suggestions for improvements and mention specific things that you thought were done well.  We all want to learn. The rest is up to you.  Select your own format and topic.  Fiction, creative nonfiction, essays, poetry–you pick!  Can it be an excerpt from a longer piece?  Sure; just let us know that. Time frame?  It’s open ended, but remember that I tend to post new challenges fairly frequently, so older ones start to drift off into the nether regions of this blog.  Post soon! Am I going to comment on your submissions?  I will if I decide to post something of my own. I look forward to reading your work.  Blast the page!

One More Crummy Poem: Please Add Yours!

Supper’s on the table With sour cream and chives. One more day of waiting To see if I survive. All the pieces are in place I even bought dessert; Everyone is happy, And I am going berserk. I might sleep beneath a tree tonight, Stay up until the dawn. Something’s got to tear loose soon, Or I am going down. Forget the happy endings. I ride the universe. My hangnails all have offspring. A thin shell over nerves. So I conjure, and I write. This path or that, I try, Shove made up folks down fancied roads Where I feel more sane and sigh. I’m standing on one shaky leg, Looking out for any handhold, All preciously grabbed in gratitude As I read tales I’ve told.

Mishmash Potato Head Case

Syrup and granite Second dose of feather pillows Mr. Grottenmeyer’s ninth period class That window ledge (I dare you to turn those into a story.  Double dare.)

Herb Explores the Attic

Herbert gave his lower lip a quick bite, ignoring the way his gum scraped against the braces in his mouth. Something was making a rustling noise behind the grungy old trunk with the elaborate clasps that sat in the corner of the attic. Flakes of dust floated in the one shaft of light coming in from the high ventilation window. He had just enough light to see. Now the rustle turned into a bump. Bump! Bump!

This is only a test.

Your participation is encouraged. The results will be used to tabulate statistics about bad interior decorating ideas, spat inducing potential of answers, and tomato spelling acumen of all online test takers, regardless of your answers, with or without your permission. The questions: Isn’t anyone going to give me a break? Am I going to have to separate you two? Who said? It has been said that writers are good at making things up. Now we’ll find out. Please submit your short essay on the question of your choice.

Time for More Meaninglessness

You’d think that the quest for meaning would be all encompassing for writers. Perhaps not. I think stretching to find a way to create meaningless phrases is one more way to exercise your lurking creativity.  You’re grabbing far past sense and logic. Creating meaningless phrases isn’t as easy as you might think. I’ll try a few here, but I’m sure you can do better. Robots scrim novice notebook paper Teabags undercut turquoise sidewalks Run! Sandstorm eats blanket assumptions Gravity overtones grind turkey loaf Dive in and sequence dance moves in purple.