This is the last post for March, 2013. Spring is here and April showers are blowing around the corner.
Tonight I’ll be attending a Passover Seder with friends. And while I feast on turkey and vegies, I’ll be thinking of my new post. Do I want to take you on a visit to Brooklyn with City Scapes, or give you a snippet from Viola and Josie?
Today, which for you is Wednesday … I am also thinking of some April fools I’ve known and loved.
Speaking of fools:
About two years ago, a writing buddy asked me where I lived, and without thinking, I replied:
“I live in a cave.”
That response was for the one room that was mine with my cousin and her perpetually annoying daughter. The one room faced a brick wall. The door was always closed to block out the pest, and I slept, worked, and ate most of my meals in the one room for ten years.
For a week that one sentence bounced inside my head. While having coffee one morning, I decided to use it as the opening sentence of a novel:
“My name is Elizabeth Brogan and I live in a cave in Brooklyn.”
On another occasion, two friends, a republican and a democrat, were discussing the first campaign of President Obama, and I ask them: “Do you think anyone out there misses Ronald Reagan?”
And that became the title of a comic romantic novel:
Does Anyone Out There Miss Ronald Reagan?
Or … How I Survived The 80’s, YUPPIES and Six Blind Dates
Opening of the first draft:
It’s not that I’m ungrateful. Every damn day I’m grateful. It’s the 80’s, the decade of decadence without guilt. It’s Wall Street and insider trading. Ronald Reagan is President, YUPPIES are in vogue, and black is the most popular color. My niece wears storm trooper boots, loves depressing music and a bald-headed girl from Ireland. She shaved off her black crew cut and the expensive private school the kid goes to thinks it’s an expression of her inner soul.
Counting my blessings, I would have to be grateful for Elaine, my younger, thinner, sister. The one who married well and whose expendable income is equal to the national debt. Elaine never needed anyone to set her up with blind dates.
Fools rush in …
In honor of fools and spring, I offer my readers the first ever fOIS In The City Blog Challenge.
No, you don’t have to blog hop, blog fest or participate in a blog event, blog tour, list your ten favorite movies (which I did on two blogs for a total of twenty movies), read about the five most annoying writer mistakes, or the ten reasons to take total control of your destiny and become a NYT’s Best Seller.
Instead, you will be challenged to write in my comments a ONE sentence writing prompt.
I’d love it to be really weird and strange, and express something hidden deep in your alter-ego’s subterranean brain cells. No matter what you think of, it must be one coherent sentence and no more.
Dig into your gray matter and write your sentence in comments, and each Wednesday for the next few weeks, I’ll post a story of no less than 500, and no more than 1,000 words in return.
A story written just for you and the entertainment of our blog friends.
Come on, you know you can do it. How hard can it be for you to come up with one sentence?
Please don’t send me: “A man walked into a bar,” or “It was a dark and stormy night.”
I await your nifty, funny, weird or strange sentences.
Do strange thoughts often bang around in your brain?
Do you think you could write an entire novel based
on one single sentence?