Today’s writing prompt #097

Today’s writing prompt is a bit of a change of pace to what you’ve found here so far. This time it’s about working with known or existing text that you may or may not find fun – but sometimes doing what you don’t find fun is what you’ve got to do, right? Continue reading


Daily Writing Prompt #055

Day 23 of the Café Writing Tour, and I’m enjoying the sub-artic frost of the wintry yet breath-taking Bowral.

After breakfast at Briars, we headed to the Bradman Museum for our cricket fix, and then back into town for a coffee at the Bean Café (they do a Rueben, here, Marisa!) before we went and checked out what the main street had to offer. Continue reading

Today’s Writing Prompt #223

Day 14. A day at Bron’s Casa Java. (Sometimes known as Scott’s Casa Java, depending on who loses the argument about whose turn it is to make the coffee.) Very focused on the assignment today, in spite of being bleary-eyed after a late-night watching Novak take another step toward my goal of paying attention when someone might win the Grand Slam (THE Grand Slam, people). In addition to not being troubled by the bleary state of things, I was also hardly distracted at all by Allan Karlsson. Or  the beautiful cold sunny day that’s followed the Weekend of Floods. Or the latest episode of Game of Thrones (OMG, Dave, hurry up and watch it already). Or watching my dogs stare-off over who gets the plum position in the chair opposite my desk. (They have entire arguments, intense arguments, without saying a word – they just stare at each other. Then they look down at the chair. Then back at each other. No way am I going to get in the middle of that.) Continue reading

Today’s Writing Prompt #182 (and Café-Writing Tour Update)

I would like to begin the Day 10 update on my Finish-My-Course-One-Café-At-A-Time Writing Tour Sabbatical by giving a shout-out to my wonderfully geriatric friend Agnes, who signed off our phone call today with a cheery admonition to ‘go write today’s blog’. It’s been a long day, and I was in need of encouragement – so thanks to her, here I am. (I’m sorry, but no, I can’t tell you where she lives.)  Continue reading