What the hey?! Even though they have backyards for convenient placement of those unsightly beasts-on-wheels, since when did homeowners find it attractive to leave their trash/recycling/yard waste barrels out for weeks on end? [Yeah, sounds ‘get off my lawn-ish’, doesn’t it?]
Which logically leads to my concerns about fortune cookies…
The other night, I had three of them lined up for late night consumption with [product placement alert!] Yogi ginger tea. Could I enjoy them? Nope. Haunted by the following…
Is it bad juju to break and eat the cookie before reading the fortune?
Am I doomed if the cookie breaks before I even remove it from the wrapper?
Does the exact opposite fate await me if I break protocol?
Worse yet, is it bad form to eat all three cookies and then read all three fortunes?
And should I read them in the same order as the order in which I ate the cookies?
Is there a proper technique to break open the cookie?
Another use: I have reduced one of my hard copies to 1000 strips of paper, each containing a Warmup. I pull out four or five at a time and see what story develops.
[Note: My first ebook of Writing Warmups is currently free.]
“Why don’t you come with us?” As she considered the request, the three of us turned our backs and winced.
“Don’t sweat it. You’ll get the hang of it.”
I swear when I grabbed her hand for the first time, a jolt of electricity shot up my arm.
“How do you get anything done in here?”
“All due respect…” Oh, geez, I knew anything but respect was on its way.
The deadline was approaching, but our solutions weren’t.
“So, what’ll it be—root canal or a date with my brother?”
“Should my hands be sweating like this?”
“Let’s just make believe we get along…just for tonight.”
“What is it with you? Why does everything have to be so organized?”
Another way I use my writing warmups: I will close a mediocre writing day with a burst of Warmup-inspired words to help kickstart my next session. [Note: My first ebook of Writing Warmups is currently free.]
“He gave me a detailed description of what he wanted.” I held it up. “This is as close as I could get.”
The speaker hobbled across the stage to the podium. I leaned to my buddy. “This is going to take a loooong time.”
The bank statements told an interesting story.
“Just jot your name on the dotted line and all will be well.”
“That guy across the street? Been there three straight days.”
“Not so fast. I need a few minutes to read this over.” Totally not what I wanted to hear.
The books were stacked. The coffee was brewed. The all-nighter had begun. And then the phone rang.
I held the document up to the light. “Very interesting.”
In strutted a fashion disaster. “Which way to my dressing room?”