in turtle steps.
one of my friends threw out a first sentence prompt on Friday. in Facebook land.
“take the first sentence of the post below mine, and write a paragraph,” she instructed.
hell yes, was I going to play! scratching out a few sentences, freehand. I couldn’t wait to get to my laptop and post.
and now we have a FB group formed – the FSP Writer’s Guild. 😉
do we have the group public or secret? now under discussion.
considering that I dropped the f-bomb in my second post, I’m not sure I want the whole world to know what a potty mouth I have.
but it’s who I am, so why not? 🙂
“Thinking about my mother-in-law. Again,” she said.
“What’s bugging you now?” her friend asked.
She cringed as she replayed the stinging words in her mind. “She said that ‘you’ll never be good enough for my son.’ It’s a beauty.”
“Ouch, why do you put up with that? Did he defend you at least?” her friend asked.
“No, of course not – he thinks it’s funny,” she sighed, grabbing her half-finished martini, throwing it down letting the icy vodka warm her throat.
“Honey, you need to leave that infant of a man and the mother he rode in on. Please do it for me, at least. If not yourself.”
no editing. no nothing. just let a paragraph flow from that first sentence.