I recently jumped into a fun writing prompt hashtag game on Twitter called #vss365. It stands for Very Short Stories 365 days a year. Here’s how it works:
Every day there’s a new word prompt, and the challenge is to write a story in one tweet that includes that word. It’s been a lot of fun and has really helped improve my skills with word economy. So I thought I’d share some of my favorites here. Enjoy!
Hello again, mortals.
I considered letting everyone know I would be gone on vacation, but then I remembered I don’t care. So I didn’t.
The important thing is that I’m back. And what a mess to come back to!
(For anyone unfamiliar with Ivy, here’s her introduction and an explanation of these posts.)
I think I’m beginning to understand what that “give them an inch and they’ll take a mile” phrase really means. I come in and save the blog from imminent disaster and what do I get for it? A new boss!
“Ivy, tell them about this. Ivy, explain that.”
Dang it, Moos, I’m a pixie! Not a puppet!
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Fine. I guess someone’s got to do it. Continue reading “Ivy the pixie publicist”
(For anyone unfamiliar with Ivy, here’s her introduction and an explanation of these posts.)
This week Moos seemed to have mistaken me for a circus performer. Balancing acts, juggling, taming the titan of terror. I’m a pixie! Not a juggler!
Here’s the run down:
Potty training (eew), reading (inspiring, so I can’t complain), a new movie (I’d like to complain, but it was really good), and a possible new venture (BAD BAD BAD … maybe?).
But before I get into all that, there’s a little something Moos forgot to mention. Continue reading “Ivy didn’t sign up for the circus”
(For anyone unfamiliar with Ivy, here’s her introduction and an explanation of these posts.)
First of all, I was supposed to update y’all a while ago, but a few things happened that prevented it. Better get comfortable, this is gonna be a long one.
For one thing, being a mom is no joke. It’s one giant mess of stress, exhaustion, and endless cleaning. Don’t even get me started on all the crying. And I’m not talking about the kids. Continue reading “Moos drew Ivy and Ivy’s not happy about it”
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