The Ominous Comma posted about: Writing prompts for the Not-So-Prompt
here comes a time in every blogger’s life when having answered every email, researched every YouTube video, and basically exhausted every imaginable resource, he finds himself in the desperate position of actually having to write.
If you are a stranger to the delightful world of wordcraft, perhaps spending your time on more respectable and rewarding occupations like say, Roadside Carcass Removal, you might believe that those who call themselves writers would have long ago resigned themselves to the fact that sooner or later they would be called upon to produce verifiable written material."
You would be wrong.
You see, being a is a lot like being a rock star: you are allowed, and even expected to dress funny, hold bizarre and often conflicting opinions, and basically act like an adolescent.
The , however, is a lot like work. . . . “
If you've been sucked into Pinterest, you might enjoy Penny Warner's blog post An Interest in Pinterest about her need for an intervention:
. . . “Thanks to Pinterest, I now own four pairs of Tom’s shoes (buy one, send one to a needy child), I’ve tried numerous new recipes (like Cake Mix Rice Krispies Squares), I’ve painted my nails to look like Angry Birds (mostly they just look angry). . . I know what to do with leftover Peeps (turn them into Peep S’mores), and I’ve cut up a perfectly good t-shirt in an attempt to make it into a shawl (mine looks like a cut-up-t-shirt.”
On The Junk Drawer, a post by Kathy Frederick tells us about an embarrassing incident in: At Least It's Not a Boombox:
. . ."Mom! What's that lady got on her head? And what's that discus thing she's carrying?
The mother shushed her son and said, "It's like an iPod, only Frisbee-sized. She must be destitute, so don't make fun of the lady."
"OK, Mom. But let's pull over and give her a few dollars. Will that help her get an iPod?"
Hoped that helped to brighten your day. (Did one of those evoke a laugh, chuckle or even a giggle?)