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: If there was an eighth day of the week, what would its name be?
Sentence: Just because I am of an age, where wearing of bikinis and thongs no longer suit my body, does not mean I have to tolerate my husband’s roving eyes.
Paragraph: Huddled around the cave’s fire, as the white storm raged outside, Oogan, his mate, Mof, her mother’s brother, Eth, and most of the children sought warmth and comfort. Only Sooni seemed immune to the cold that brought clouds out of their mouths. With an old piece of charcoal he stood at the back wall, making the shape of another animal. Oogan had chided the boy many times for his foolishness, even to pushing him down onto the hard, uneven floor, but Mof had voiced her disapproval of that.
Prompt: Name what you feel is missing from your life.
Word of the Day: mycophile – n : a devotee of mushrooms ; esp : one whose hobby is hunting wild edible mushrooms (Merriam-Webster’s Collegiate Dictionary, Eleventh Edition, 2011)
If your work needs a title, tweaking, or critiquing, please do not hesitate to ask. Cyranette is here for you.