Writing Warmups for January 4

writing in a notebook
If you need a little warmup today, toy with a few of these ideas.

  1. “You look like your unders are creeping up on you.”
    “Naaah, he always looks like that when he’s outnumbered by dorks.”

  2. “Harvey! Here’s a show for you!–How Doers Get More Done.”
    “Funny, Margo. Very funny.”

  3. “I made over $10,000 and now I can buy my own car!”

  4. I was now officially out of the loop.

  5. “Get free delivery on your hardware equipment!” the TV blared at us.
    “Oh, great, and once it arrives, we’ll need help simply opening the boxes.”

  6. Just when we thought the world was safe from…

  7. “Even I know that!” I said and strolled away, hoping against hope that I could find out what I was supposed to know…

  8. There was very little reason to enter that room. But against my better judgement…

  9. “Yes, I guess you could say I am your latest ‘convert’.”

  10. I was afraid to close my eyes. We all were, actually.


Guys weekend!! My latest eCard

cavemen attending to daily chores

Passing this along from my other blog, retirerenew.com

After completing a five-day ‘showing up’ challenge, I’m focusing these next four days just on my Incomplete Book of Retirement Wisdom**.

More on the challenge later…

**The book doubles as a collection of eCards.


— Save/download the image above and send it to a retired/soon-to-retire friend.

— Better yet…

  1. call it up in an image editing program [even a presentation program like PowerPoint will work]

  2. slap an even better caption on top of mine or add a personal comment

  3. export it as a JPG or PNG, and email/text message it to that friend.

Writers: Looking to suck some valuable time from your already busy day? Launch an all-out investigation into whether or not you should add an apostrophe between the ‘y’ and the ‘s’ in ‘guys weekend’. I skipped that annoying grammatical gnat–I figured ‘guys’ answers the question ‘what kind of weekend?’, which makes it an adjective, not a possessive. I’ve also been sticking to the  ‘better done than perfect’ guideline. Now I can sleep peacefully…until the dog digs his shoulder into my solar plexus. [A writer’s day isn’t complete until he shoehorns ‘solar plexus’ somewhere into his digital blather.]

I should be writing. Instead, I’m driving…

handwritten notes on a piece of binder paper
and—ssshhhh–writing at the same time. 

Don’t worry. No fatalities…though running that highway cop onto the median wasn’t my finest moment.

And then there was the burrito cart guy who…well, anyway, yes, making a drive up north and a notebook is on my lap and I’ve gotten pretty good at writing without looking. It’s almost as if I look forward to slowed traffic so I can decipher a few items where the pen [or the mind] went a bit astray.

Some mid-trip observations:

1. The reach-for-popcorn instinct is irrepressible.

2. The reach-for-popcorn instinct while driving and writing is dangerous, especially for those humans with only two hands.

3. Disciplined Dreaming: A Proven System to Drive Breakthrough Creativity by Josh Linkner is worth repeated readings/listenings.

4. James Taylor’s Christmas Album–pretty nice August road trip listening, actually.
It came along for the ride during a hurried toss of CDs into the travel bag.

Here Comes the Sun He teams with YoYo Ma for this version.

Go Tell It on the Mountain

Some Children See Him