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: When did you know you were going to be a writer?
Sentence: Grandma’s grandfather clock kept lousy time.
Paragraph: Porter slowly woke up and groaned. The sunshine coming in through the window was merciless against his eyelids. He wanted to close the blinds but could not work up the energy to reach for the cord. He had not felt this drained since…well, he could not recall. What happened last night? he wondered, as the smell of himself permeated his nostrils. After managing to rub his face, he breathed in a different smell that he well remembered from Iraq. His eyes popped open and his hands were covered in blood. He bolted out of bed and quickly eyed his filthy, slashed, and bloodied clothing.
Prompt: Name a pet that you are least likely to acquire.
Word of the Day: quinary – adj. consisting of five; in sets of five – n. a set of five (WEBSTER’S NEW WORLD COLLEGE DICTIONARY, 3rd ed., 1996)
If your work needs a title, tweaking, or critiquing, please do not hesitate to ask. Cyranette is here for you.