Hey, all.
Took some much needed time off, Irma and I spent a couple of days up in Estes Park at the Stanley hotel to celebrate our 15th anniversary. Didn't do anything but rest, relax, and hike. We had really nice weather, warm for this time of the year, and normally windy this time of year Rocky Mountain National Park was clear, sunny, and not much below freezing, made for a really relaxing hike. We both came back refreshed, and I'm ready to write something.
To get me in the mood, I dug out some writing prompts and tackled an amusing one, write a short bit from the point of view of a rope about to snap.
“Shaddup, If I hear you groan one more time, Mast, I’m going to snap. You think you have it so tough, well let me tell you, mast, you don’t know what tension is.” Rope creaked as another gust of wind stretched him taut as the mainsail belled out under the growing gale winds.
As soon as the gust let up, rope sagged for a moment. Under his breath, he mumbled to himself. “No respect. I’m pulled this way and that, and only time I ever get off is when I get so wound up my head’s tucked under my ass so tightly I can’t move an inch. Splashed with salt water. And so help me, if those stinking sailors smear that tar on me again, I, I, I don’t know what I’ll do.”
“You think you got problems, Haul line? Try life as a belaying pin. Either I got you wrapped around my neck, or I’m plucked outta my hole and swung left and right smacking hard headed sailors about by the first mate. That’s right, discipline, rope. And you ain’t got it.”
“Shaddup, I said, you and mast both.” Rope readied another curse, but fell silent as he caught sight of the rogue wave bearing down on ship. “Ohhh, man, this is gonna hurt.”, he said to himself, then shouted over the wind. “Hang on, fella’s, here it comes again...”
The point of a writing prompt for me is to just write, don't edit, don't revise, so, there it is. Now to tackle something with more meat...
Clear skies,
Jim
Took some much needed time off, Irma and I spent a couple of days up in Estes Park at the Stanley hotel to celebrate our 15th anniversary. Didn't do anything but rest, relax, and hike. We had really nice weather, warm for this time of the year, and normally windy this time of year Rocky Mountain National Park was clear, sunny, and not much below freezing, made for a really relaxing hike. We both came back refreshed, and I'm ready to write something.
To get me in the mood, I dug out some writing prompts and tackled an amusing one, write a short bit from the point of view of a rope about to snap.
“Shaddup, If I hear you groan one more time, Mast, I’m going to snap. You think you have it so tough, well let me tell you, mast, you don’t know what tension is.” Rope creaked as another gust of wind stretched him taut as the mainsail belled out under the growing gale winds.
As soon as the gust let up, rope sagged for a moment. Under his breath, he mumbled to himself. “No respect. I’m pulled this way and that, and only time I ever get off is when I get so wound up my head’s tucked under my ass so tightly I can’t move an inch. Splashed with salt water. And so help me, if those stinking sailors smear that tar on me again, I, I, I don’t know what I’ll do.”
“You think you got problems, Haul line? Try life as a belaying pin. Either I got you wrapped around my neck, or I’m plucked outta my hole and swung left and right smacking hard headed sailors about by the first mate. That’s right, discipline, rope. And you ain’t got it.”
“Shaddup, I said, you and mast both.” Rope readied another curse, but fell silent as he caught sight of the rogue wave bearing down on ship. “Ohhh, man, this is gonna hurt.”, he said to himself, then shouted over the wind. “Hang on, fella’s, here it comes again...”
The point of a writing prompt for me is to just write, don't edit, don't revise, so, there it is. Now to tackle something with more meat...
Clear skies,
Jim
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