Daily Writing Prompt
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Yes. Too much and not enough. I’ve spent too much of my life writing fiction, and yet not enough; I could write for a hundred years, easily, and not care if anyone thinks I’m missing out on real life. This is my life, and I’m not sorry. I’ve heard stories from people that are working
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No. I’m still hoping the best is yet to come. There are times when I get nostalgic about when my kids were little, or when I was dating their dad, but I wouldn’t want to go back there, because I’ve learned so much in life and I like that I can draw on the ups
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I‘m drawn to the Middle Ages. That’s not an event but an era. That’s all right. I’ll run with it anyway. 🤪 I really like Robin Hood (big surprise since Worth Fighting For is set in that period). I know, Robin Hood wasn’t real, other than in my imagination, but it was set in a
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What does it mean to be a kid at heart? I don’t think it means being careless, but carefree. Not irresponsible but open to spontaneity. To be an adult with adult responsibilities, but able to be alive in the moment, to see the joy in life and to be open to change. There’s this episode
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If I had three wishes from a magic genie, assuming that I couldn’t wish for more wishes, then I’d wish for my blog to blow up so that I can finally make some kind of living as an author. I know, I’m supposed to wish for world peace and stuff like that, maybe with the
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I won’t lie. I don’t want to do this post. I’m a brat. Word Press usually gives me a few options and I pick the one a want to write about. I already wrote a post for alternate career paths, because that’s what I wanted to do, but Word Press won’t let me in to
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My specialty is love potion. I make it all the time and sprinkle it on everyone that I meet so they’ll love me forever. Just kidding. My specialty is bone broth. Is that a food or a drink? I don’t know anyone else that makes their own bone broth so I’ll call that my specialty.
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What historical event do I remember? Several of them, but the one I want to talk about was a local event. I live in a small town. Across the street from me is a river that’s changed since the town was first settled, around the time of the Revolutionary War. My house is two hundred
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The biggest risk I would take is to sell everything, my house, the cars (Well, okay not my ‘89 Caddy. I won’t sell that.) and move to West Virginia to live in the mountains. Every time I go there, I feel at peace. To do it I’d have to leave my parents, and while they’re
Darcy Branwyn 