Daily Prompt: Twenty-Five There are 26 letters in the English language, and we need every single one of them. Want proof? Choose a letter and write a blog post without using it. (Feeling really brave? Make it a vowel!) (wordle) Today we are invited to write a lipogram: a kind of limited writing or word game …
Author archives: Scattered Thinker
To travel hopefully slowly is a better thing than to arrive
With apologies to Robert Louis Stevenson. Daily Prompt: No, Thanks Is there a place in the world you never want to visit? Where, and why not? There was a time when I believed that travel was not for me. I had no wanderlust and really could not understand why, with all that Great Britain has to offer, …
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Sweatering it out
Earlier today, as I was reading a Freshly Pressed blog post, I was taken aback a bit by this: Ours was a frugal household, where finances dictated a thermostat set at a bone-chilling 58 degrees through even the worst of the South Dakota winter nights. and this These days, we set the thermostat at a …
Food for thought
Wednesday, February 27, 2013 Full prompt here The 11th Possibility is the idea that, regardless of data to the contrary, something unexpected and outside the realm of ordinary thought is always potentially around the corner. “A coin is flipped 10 times, and in each instance lands on either heads or tails. But even after the …
Prompts for the Promptless Ep1 Wabi-Sabi
I am a little behind on this one, but delighted to have found one more inspirational push. The full prompt is here Wednesday, February 20, 2013 Wabi-sabi is the beauty of the imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete. It is the beauty of things unconventional and modest. It’s not just a style of art, it’s a world …
The Long Days Out
Daily Prompt: Places Beach, mountain, forest, or somewhere else entirely? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJhq46ZpVbM For me, any or all of those will suffice; so long as they are wild and empty spaces. Not for me the burning sun, oiled bodies, chilled beer and sun loungers. Cliff’s beach party would send me scurrying inland to the mountains. As it happens, …