Writer’s Block

“I am literally at a loss for words,” Jon said to his editor over the phone. “This stuff usually comes naturally for me, but I can’t seem to focus.”

“It’s probably just a phase you’ve going through,” Jeremy said, trying to reassure Jon. “Maybe you need a break for a few days in order to, you know, clear your head.”

“A break?” Jon said. “I’ve committed to having this manuscript done by the end of the year. I can’t just pack up and go.”

“Listen, Jon,” Jeremy said, “I’ve worked with a number of writers who hit a wall at this point in the writing process, and I can assure you that even a short break is just what the doctor ordered. And I know the perfect spot. It’s my rustic cabin near Yosemite. If you hit the road now, you can be there in two hours. I was just there last weekend and there’s plenty of beer and food in the fridge, and coffee in the pantry.”

“I don’t know,” Jon said.

“Dammit, Jon,” Jeremy said. “Just go for a few days and clear your head. As your editor, I promise, it will do you a world of good. When you come back your muse will be with you again.”

Jon sighed. “Fine, text me the directions to the place.”


Written for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (loss), Word of the Day Challenge (naturally), The Daily Spur (focus), Your Daily Word Prompt (phase), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (spot), and My Vivid Blog (road).

Weekend Writing Prompt — Mudlark

In hindsight I can see that it was my own fault. I squandered the opportunity by not meeting my obligations. I should have instigated a plan to make the most of things, but I let things slide. And now, like a mudlark, I’m stuck wallowing in the mud hoping to find redemption.

(Exactly 52 words)


Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt, where the word is “mudlark.” I’d never heard of this word before, so I had to Google it. A mudlark is someone who scavenges in river mud for items of value. It was a term used especially to describe those who scavenged this way in London during the late 18th and 19th centuries.

Also for these daily prompts: My Vivid Blog (hindsight), The Daily Spur (fault), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (squander), Ragtag Daily Prompt (meeting), and Word of the Day Challenge (instigate). Photo credit: spitalfieldslife.com.

Feeling Empty

There’s nothing worse than feeling empty inside
There’s no medicine I can take to ease the pain

While the pity of love lost is impossible to hide
I thought my avarice gave me something to gain

I had hoped that my greed you would take in stride
I evasively tried to cover up evidence of the stain

But I failed miserably and we both cried and cried
And now I am hollow, like a furnace with no flame


Written for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (medicine), Your Daily Word Prompt (pity), Word of the Day Challenge (avarice), My Vivid Blog (evasively), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (hollow), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (furnace). Image credit: Ladders Inc at drawception.com.

Happy Thanksgiving

For those of you who live where Thanksgiving is celebrated today, I hope you have a great Thanksgiving dinner and gathering with friends and family.

Maybe this year it will be different than last year’s Thanksgiving, when Uncle Henry got drunk and became abusive after Aunt Mary kept hitting him with those thinly veiled digs about what a failure he is.

And maybe Grandpa won’t keep bringing up all of his nutty conspiracy theories that he heard on Fox News and will stop complaining about how the American culture is going down the tubes thanks to all of those “goddam woke libtards.” And perhaps this year Mom won’t be standing there all akimbo when Dad inevitably screws up carving the turkey that she slaved over for hours.

Yes, maybe at this year’s Thanksgiving get together, everyone will be on their best behavior and will be thankful for everything they have. Maybe then it will be a perfect, Norman Rockwell-like Thanksgiving.

Yeah, right! It will probably be more like this:


Written for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (uncle), Your Daily Word prompt (veiled), Ragtag Daily Prompt (conspiracy/akimbo), Word of the Day Challenge (culture), My Vivid Blog (thankful), and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (everything).

Some Like It, Some Don’t

When I first started growing my beard while in graduate school, most of the girls I went out with were shocked that I did that, complaining that kissing me, with my stubble, was like rubbing their faces against gritty sandpaper. But then I met a woman who loved my whiskers. She confessed to me that she wrote in her diary that my stubbly face made her pulse quicken and gave her feel a tingling sensation in a sensitive part of her body.

Of course, I married her.


Written for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (shock) Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (grit), Ragtag Daily Prompt (whisker), My Vivid Blog (diary), and Word of the Day Challenge (quicken). Photo credit: GettyImages.