I’m just writing a story that I want to read. – Jean Marie Auel
bluejays and sparrows early morning traffic jam at the bird feeder
Lily made a loud rumbling noise and rained a handful of dirt onto her doll, recreating the landslide that had wrecked her town.
The beginning writer needs talent, application and aspirin. – James Thurber
fresh ink – yesterday’s news lands on the porch
Eventually the waters became still again, but the fish did not quickly return after the destroyer cleaved the little boat in half.
Good writing works from a simple premise: your experience is not yours alone, but in some sense a metaphor for everyone’s. – Dorianne Laux
countdown today’s haiku in 3, 2, 1 – what happens at zero?
The dirt under the porch was cool and soft, and he curled up in a tight ball. Rover was eager to be free once more from fireworks.
I am drawn to any story that makes me want to read from one sentence to the next. I have no other criterion. – Jhumpa Lahiri