The purpose of this blog is to help writers with their work, to be museful or perhaps instrumental in unclogging thoughts. To this end, I am providing a daily question, beginning sentence, beginning paragraph, prompt, and word-of-the-day to stimulate your “little gray cells.”
Question: What is your favorite poem?
Sentence: Marcus Brady did not know what the hell he was doing.
Paragraph: In the end, all it took to blow apart my life was a little bit of nooky. So sue me! Susie left to visit her sister who was having a baby. Baby number three, actually. She left me alone and there was complications and she had to stay longer and I was in a mood and things just happened. I know, I know – I shouldn’t have gone to Hank’s and had so much to drink. I shouldn’t have let the beer and music sway me, but it wasn’t all my fault. That gal was too dang eager for me and she liked showin’ off her tits, which were pretty fine. But, Jesus H. Christ! I said I was sorry over and over and over, but Suz isn’t havin’ none of it.
Prompt: Explain what turns you on.
Word of the Day: cap-a-pie – adv. from head to foot (RANDOM HOUSE WEBSTER’S COLLEGE DICTIONARY, 1991)
If your work needs a title, tweaking, or critiquing, please do not hesitate to ask. Cyranette is here for you.