Daily Quote

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Have you seen the cooking show where they give three contestants baskets containing the same ingredients and they get three very different dishes? It always amazes me.

Writers have more ingredients than would fit in a normal picnic basket. The Oxford English Dictionary reports there are 171,476 words in current use, 47,156 obsolete words, and another 9,500 derivative words. That means billions and billions of potential combinations.

What are you cooking up today?

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

Alive

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This is me today, and it feels good to be alive. It is the revolution they call the beginning of the end, the time of dying and death.

But I see possibilities. The crisp fall air lifts my spirits, releases me from the oppression and isolation of the summer heat. I snuggle into the wool scarf that encircles me, comforts me, keeps my heart warm.

Nature’s colors explode, and my soul expands reaching to share the splendor with those who wish to see.

Leaves crunch beneath my feet creating the song of exaltation, honoring what has come before, elevating now, recognizing future’s potential.  It proclaims, right here, right now, it feels good to be alive.

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

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I would take this one step further and say don’t think about your readers, don’t think about other writers, and don’t think about your inner critic. Close your mind to external forces, the naysayers, the prophets of doom. Gag the voice in your head telling you, you are not good enough, your story not clever enough, your word choice not descriptive enough. Push them from your writing space and lock the door. Immerse yourself in your story, live your story, write the story only you can write.

Eventually, you can unlock the door, but today, write.

What are the demons that impede your writing?

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

Delusional Distraction — 3 Line Tales

From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
You can find the original prompt here. Thank you, Sonya.

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photo by Sven Scheuermeier via Unsplash

Come one, come all, gather your family and prepare to be amazed by the newest invention.

Forget your fears and the fallout shelters, the emanate risk of nuclear destruction, and Sputnik the spy.

It is Sunday night, and it is a Wonderful World.

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

The Angler — 100 Word Wednesday

Title: The Angler
Source:  100 Word Wednesday: Week 89
Word count: 100 words

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Image by Bikurgurl

Fisk’s head protruded from his hiding spot. Nothing caught his attention, so he ducked back inside, but he kept a watchful eye looking outward. He wiggled and shifted in the tight confines. He spent most of his time waiting, waiting and watching. Fisk blinked, opened his mouth wide and snapped it closed. A flash of yellow caught his attention, a damselfish, just out of striking distance. His nose detected a familiar scent, a crab was scuttling his way. He waited until the right moment, then lunged, clamping his powerful jaws around his victim. Crab was the Fisk Moray’s favorite meal.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Daily Quote

Carl-Sagan-Quote

I don’t have much to add today except to say this is an insightful comment by a brilliant man. Authors are magicians and books are magic.

Isn’t it wonderful to discover that humans really are capable of “working magic”?

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

Dale’s Diner — Friday Fictioneers

Title:  Dale’s Diner
Source:  Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Word count: 100 words

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

The hurricane was brutal. It swept through town leaving destruction in its wake. The roof was ripped from Dale’s Diner, but the structure remained intact. Dale was a veteran hurricane ridder and had learned his lessons. His restaurant equipment was portable, and Dale had trucked it inland with the generators ahead of the storm. His seasoned crew trickled in when the storm passed. They bailed water, disinfected and unloaded equipment and food when the trucks returned. Within hours, Dale’s Diner was up and running. Getting hot food to the town’s people and relief workers was the key to their recovery.

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

Daily Quote

Lena-Waithe-quote

We are all unique and traveling different paths, but there are threads that connect us, make us human. The love of a parent, a bond with a pet, the struggle to live, the sense of loneliness, and a myriad of other events and emotions touch us all. We do not have to train and work every day to know the joy athlete experiences when he wins his event or feels the defeat when he loses.

What fragments are you including your writing?

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

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Quote-Neil-Gaiman

If you take Neil’s quote one step further, you could say the short story is the Rodney Dangerfield of the literary world. “I don’t get no respect!” his catchphrase laments. Agents and publishing houses tend to shun short stories, but you can’t keep a good story down. There appears to be a growing popularity of the form, fueled perhaps, by our busy 21st-century lives. I enjoy the short story’s versatility and its ability to accommodate the desires of the writer. Besides, I have a soft spot for the underdog.

Do you use the short story format in your writing?

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

Honey — FFfPP Week 38

Title:  Honey
Source:  FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER
Word count: 190 words

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Honey showed up on the farm one warm spring morning. She was thin, her fur matted and dotted with cockleburs. Honey was shy but friendly enough. After a good meal, she allowed me to comb her and gently remove the burs. I called her Honey because of the color of her coat, but the name accurately described her personality. Honey proved to be a good hunter, she would disappear and return with prize captures of pigeons, mice, and other varmints. I exchanged her quarry for a meal, a bath, and quiet companionship.

All summer I watched after her, knowing she was more than capable of taking care of herself but happy when Honey came to visit me. Summer faded to fall, and I received news Rob suffered injuries in the war. Each day I waited, and Honey waited with me. The days crept, and my worry grew. How badly was he hurt, and did he have someone caring for him? The day came, and Rob arrived. His wounds were deep, but they would mend. I heard Honey moved on to Johnson’s farm where Rachel waited for news of her husband.

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer