Prompted to Procrastinate

Write a short story, poem or even just a sentence about procrastination...Put off doing it for a minute, an hour, a day or a week. Then post it...later.

From me:

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow...
Another day.
Monday, Monday...
I'll start then.
If not now...
Later.

Attitudes of Gratitude...

Responses to "Prompted by Gratitude"

From Tim Warneka:

I am grateful for ....

Zen teaching me the practice of "nothing special."Coming home in the dark after a long day of work. A box of my new book on the porch ("Healing Katrina" this time...). Getting hugs and kisses from my children and my wife. Checking the voice mail to hear 3 new clients. Meeting with a coaching client in front of a fireplace .... my fireplace. Watching the lightbulbs go off in his head has he makes connections in his life. Client leaves. Talking quietly about my day with my wife as it becomes our turn to sit by the fire.

Truly a nothing special evening, one that I treasure because ....

I have a job to HAVE a long day at.
I'm blessed with the birth of a new book (after a rather difficult delivery).
Healthy children, healthy wife.
A business that is growing.
Coaching clients I enjoy working with.A fireplace! (Always wanted to coach/do therapy in front of one).
A home office (short commutes!).
A wife to share my day with.

Nothing special ... and everything special!

Thanksgiving.

Peace,
Tim Warneka

From Pattie Mosca:

Nic...

Giving eThanks for having met youthis fall......
Happy Thanksgiving...
Keep up the good work...

Pattie

Prompted by Gratitude

Write a story, poem or simply make a gratitude list. Please post what you write to the blog - it's a great way to spread gratitude!

Thanks to all!

Here's my Gratiutude List:

1. Life itself!
2. My health.
3. My intelligence.
4. My creativity.
5. My friends.
6. My family.
7. My pets.
8. My home.
9. My job.
10. My boyfriend.
11. Good movies.
12. Music.
13. Mountains.
14. Blue sky.
15. Laughter.

Prompted by Pools

Use the pool of words below to create a short story or poem:

putter, sputter, stutter, gnash, gnaw, tongue, twist, garbage truck, night, right, fight, orange, howl, rock, mocking, making, mashing, hyena, hygiene, hypnotic, sardonic, super-sonic

Prompted by Choices

Write about choices.

That's a pretty open prompt, wouldn't you say? Go for it (and post it by hitting "comments" below).

Here's my response:

A Moral Dilemma

To pick up or not to pick up? Dog poop, that is. The obvious (and law-abiding) answer is: pick up! Of course! But do I always? I hate, loathe, am ashamed to admit that sometimes, sometimes…I don’t. I have every intention to. Really. I have my plastic bag- ready and able…but sometimes, sometimes I just don’t want to…or don’t feel like it.
I mean, how bad is it for me to not pick up my dog’s poop? Bad! It’s bad, bad, bad- I know!!! But it’s not like breaking one of the Ten Commandments, is it? I’ve never seen (engraved in an ancient tablet, that is) “Though shalt not leave one’s dog poop on public property or someone else’s lawn”, have you? Oh, I know what you’re thinking: “that’s just an excuse for irresponsible behavior”- and you’re right! It is! May God smite me, or smote me, or smoot me, or whatever the correct verbiage is in such a case. I don’t know why I sometimes don’t pick up, or think about not picking it up…Like today, for example: I was walking the dog, bag ready, and she went ahead and stopped and took a dump- a small one (in case you were wondering). I had a momentary thought of “Uhhgh- I so do not want to pick this up!” But vanity, or guilt, or God intervened by having me note that there was a person sitting on the other side of the street watching me, and that there was no way I was not going to pick up that poop that instant!
Now don’t get the wrong impression here: I am a firm believer in picking up poop (God knows- I wouldn’t want someone to leave their dog’s defects (not the right word, but the alliteration’s nice, don’t you agree?) on my lawn. And, more typically than not, I am a pooper-picker-upper. But sometimes- sometimes: I just don’t want to pick up the poop!

Prompted by Ghosts, Gobblins and Ghouls

Use the following to begin a story, poem, song, chant or whatever floats your boat:

"I don't really believe in ghosts but..."

Prompted by a Change in the Weather

Write a poem, short story or simply one line about a change in the weather.