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In a nutshell, every Wednesday, we’ll put up a writing prompt designed to inspire creativity and enjoyment, and to spread our love of the written word. Write to the prompt, post to your website (or post in our comments section), and next week, link to your post using out Mister Linky dilly dad.
Before I Was a Writer…
- I was a daughter.
- I was a mom.
- I was a teacher.
- I was unfocused.
- I didn’t have a passion.
- I didn’t have make-believe friends (okay, maybe I did).
- Life wasn’t nearly as interesting.
- Going to work wasn’t nearly as fun!
- I didn’t have my own office.
- I didn’t know The Naked Hero.
- The Goddesses weren’t my best friends.
- I didn’t know what my muse was, let alone how to tap into it.
- I’d never visited Atlanta. Or South Carolina. Or Cincinnati. Or Northern Kentucky.
- I didn’t realize that no one can take my imagination away from me.
- I didn’t always know what I’d do the next day. Now I know I’ll write something.













Before I was a writer, I imagined stories, dreamed stories, created stories. But my mind was a cul-de-sac. Stories and ideas came into my mind and flourished there, but there was no outlet. I lived in my mind, where the stories were, and that kept me at a distance from the people around me. Now, as a writer, the stories build a bridge to others. Where they used to insulate me from the world, now they connect me. The act of writing has transformed my imagination from a wall to a window.
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Before I was a writer, I drew story pictures, since I could’t read until I was ten, or the letters didn’t unjumble until around that age. Or my mind trained itself to recognize those letters in its own way. So I drew pictures of the stories I saw in my imagination. Like Wendy, it caused me to be a shy child, believing I was the stupid kid among my over achieving family. When I could slowly start to write those stories, it opened up my life. I started to read other authors, and dreamed of that day I’d see my name in print. Before I was a writer, I was kid with dyslexia, I’m still an adult with it, but now I know how to work around it. And I hope I spelled every thing right since my spell check doesn’t for this box!!! Instead of fearing writing, I love to write, and do it everyday.
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If you have your own web site, just put your writer’s workshop list there and link it back to us by putting the link in the MR LINKY box here. It’s easy and fun!
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My Summer Bucketlist
1. I will spend at least two days a week at the pool.
2. I will enjoy my children.
3. I will remember that no matter how humid it is, curly hair is God’s joke.
4. I will spend at least one looooonnnnnnggggg weekend at the ocean.
5. I will take my kids camping in the backyard.
6. We will have a campfire with smores every few weekends.
7. I will invite my family and friends over for a backyard cookout.
8. I will wake each morning with a smile on my face because I am blessed to live a wonderful place.
9. I will visit Busch Gardens Williamsburg.
10. I will cut grass and sing loudly without fear of being heard by the neighbors.
11. I will read at least one book a week.
12. I will worry less about housework and enjoy the sunshine.
13. I will wear sunblock.
14. I will tell my family I love them daily and how much I enjoy their company.
15. Finally, I will soak up the warmth from the sun so that in the winter I will be able to sit in front of the fire and imagine that I am back lying by the pool.
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Before I was a writer I must have been lonely and bored. I didn’t have my characters to converse with or eavesdrop on. What did I DO with my time? I can’t remember!
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Before I was a writer I thought I was the only one like me. Thanks to RWA and the www I have found out very differently.
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Before:
1. I was a square peg in a round hole
2. I worked for a mean, narcissistic man
3. I daydreamed of various ways to commit the perfect murder, but death was too good for him – the boss needed to suffer
4. My imagination was on overload, but it was headed in the wrong direction
5. I was stressed to the max
6. Creativity flowed from my veins like a puncture wound after a vampire bite
7. I was sad
8. My Muse wasn’t Amusing
9. Even my decorative painting didn’t lift my spirits the way it used to
10. I just couldn’t connect with corporate America
11. I was freaking bored, bored, bored
12. I was in the wrong world
13. I needed to break out
14. Who knew Naked Heroes, lovely Goddesses and talented writers were in my future
15. Then someone said to me, “You know, I think you’d be a terrific writer.”
16. Bingo!
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Sharon, you crack me up! Is your former boss still amongst the living?
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Hey Misa,
Re: Your question:
After I left him, his wife left him.
Yep, he’s alive, but he can’t find his favorite pen, much less his clean underwear.
Alas, I’m sure he still thinks he’s still PRETTY.
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LOL, sharon marie!!!
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