Writing to a prompt at Creative Writers group

One of the things we do at our area’s Creative Writers group is a timed exercise of writing to a prompt. A prompt can be an idea, a set of words, a full sentence (which sometimes must be used exactly as is), an image. Usually about 15 minutes is allowed.

Here’s from last Saturday.

I don’t know the source of this particular prompt.

  1. The bus drops off your young character and his friends at summer camp. They walk up the drive to the cabins and find them deserted. The main lodge is empty too. No one seems to be here at all …”

Well, hmm, what might have happened before they stepped off the bus?

So, here’s what I came up with:

In one of those sensory deals where you can’t actually perceive the thing but you know it should be happening so your brain fills in the absence for you, I heard the gravel crunching under the bus tires as we turned from the state road on to the rural gravel road which led to summer camp. What I actually could hear was the transmission downshifting and the change in diesel motor noise as the bus climbed the short but steep grade from the camp’s main entrance to the registration office and dining hall.

At some point the camp had been a Boy Scout property named with what I couldn’t remember was actually a Native American name or one of those pseudo-native creations which were popular for a period. Ho Non Wa or something like that was what it had been officially named but in casual conversation pretty near everyone referred to it as Camp Hole in the Wall. Actually, most of us on the bus weren’t sure that Camp Hole in the Ground wouldn’t be more accurate.

Back to the concept of things which could be perceived, my eyes should have been perceiving activities in the fields along the entry drive. I’m pretty sure the polarization of the bus windows didn’t normally filter out the visible light frequencies reflected off human beings, but yet there wasn’t any. And if there wasn’t any visible light reflected off humans, then it was a pretty fair bet that there weren’t any humans present for the light to be reflected from.


Quite odd.

What hole in the ground at Camp Hole in the Ground had swallowed them all? Funny the things which a road-numbed brain can think up.

“Hey, Mike, Erika, are you not seeing the same things I’m not seeing?”

Author’s note: there actually was/is a Camp Ho Non Wa, correct spelling turns out to be Wah, and I actually was there multiple times multiple decades ago; just now looked it up to find it still is an active BSA property. In reality the geography there is a bit shy of steep hills.



Our first snow to amount to anything this winter.

Wonder how much will eventually accumulate?

(that would be the cumulative accumulation?)

From National Weather Service:

This Afternoon
Snow. High near 36. Southeast wind 5 to 7 mph. Chance of precipitation is 100%. Total daytime snow accumulation of 1 to 3 inches possible.
Snow. Low around 29. East wind around 7 mph. Chance of precipitation is 100%. New snow accumulation of 3 to 5 inches possible.
Snow. High near 33. North northeast wind around 8 mph. Chance of precipitation is 100%. New snow accumulation of 1 to 3 inches possible.
Saturday Night
A chance of drizzle and snow before 2am, then a slight chance of snow and freezing drizzle between 2am and 4am, then a slight chance of freezing drizzle after 4am. Cloudy, with a low around 28. North wind around 9 mph. Chance of precipitation is 50%. New precipitation amounts of less than a tenth of an inch possible. ”


Looking at some language history books to maybe get.

These could be fun books,

Word on the Street: Debunking the Myth of “Pure” Standard English by John McWhorter Ph.D. (Author) ” Though there is a contingent of linguists who fight the fact, our language is always changing–not only through slang, but sound, syntax, and words’ meanings as well. Debunking the myth of “pure” standard English, tackling controversial positions, and eschewing politically correct arguments, linguist John McWhorter considers speech patterns and regional accents to demonstrate just how the changes do occur. Wielding reason and humor, McWhorter ultimately explains why we must embrace these changes, ultimately revealing our American English in all its variety, expressiveness, and power.” https://smile.amazon.com/gp/product/0738204463


The Prodigal Tongue: The Love-Hate Relationship Between American and British English by Lynne Murphy (Author) ” An American linguist teaching in England explores the sibling rivalry between British and American English “English accents are the sexiest.” “Americans have ruined the English language.” Such claims about the English language are often repeated but rarely examined. Professor Lynne Murphy is on the linguistic front line. In The Prodigal Tongue she explores the fiction and reality of the special relationship between British and American English. By examining the causes and symptoms of American Verbal Inferiority Complex and its flipside, British Verbal Superiority Complex, Murphy unravels the prejudices, stereotypes and insecurities that shape our attitudes to our own language. With great humo(u)r and new insights, Lynne Murphy looks at the social, political and linguistic forces that have driven American and British English in different directions: how Americans got from centre to center, why British accents are growing away from American ones, and what different things we mean when we say estate, frown, or middle class. Is anyone winning this war of the words? Will Yanks and Brits ever really understand each other?” https://smile.amazon.com/gp/product/0143131109

Eh, holidays.

Hmm, maybe it has something to do with that I had been in retail for 23 years, even being retired (disabled) for a decade now I find the Christmas season a lot easier to accept and deal with after it has ended.

So much for having a peaceful hot soak in the bathtub for my achy body; a.k.a., Life with cats.

So much for having a peaceful hot soak in the bathtub for my achy body;
a.k.a., Life with cats.
For various causes, including residence plumbing & city water main issues, it had been a couple years since last time I’ve done that.
The 10 year old one was like, “Yah, whatever, seen this before, ain’t no big deal.”
But the younger one, even though he’s seen this a couple times in his 8 years, though not recently …
“Help! Help! A terrible fate has befallen the human; he’s in the water! Help! HELP! Someone! Anyone! HELP! HELP!
And as an added bonus at no extra charge, about 5 minutes in my tummy started growling like it was some kind of starvation victim.
The old “Peace, be still” thing didn’t work for either my tummy or the cat.
Oh well. Such is life.
Used an Epsom Salts which had eucalyptus and spearmint in it and I think spearmint and catnip are somehow botanically related, wonder if that had any effect?

Their mobility aids are NOT your spider killing tools!!!

Their mobility aids are NOT your spider killing tools!!!

Just a few moments ago as I was returning to apartment the lady who lives below me asked if I would knock down a spider web going across the breezeway. In the few moments I was trying to locate it she grabbed my cane and started to pull it out of my hand to use to knock down the web.

I had on amber sunglasses to deal with the hazy glare and they turned out to be making the web invisible to my eyes.
I shook her off and she turned around and tried again.

Not Kosher!!!

That chick is blankety-blank lucky I didn’t smack her with my cane right then and there.

Something happened between her and another neighbor yesterday where the Police were here the whole time I ran errands and had lunch at Taco Bell.
I don’t know what happened between them, don’t want to know what happened.

Ah, ya know what, I just got back from writing that up and taking it down to the Police station for them to add to their file from yesterday.
Yay Me.
You and your spider phobia are meaningless when compared to someone’s mobility aids.

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