May
23
Writers Block and Tennessee Williams
Mar
26
TCA Word Rebels – Prompt 2
Let me know what you think by commenting below! As always, you can click on the typecast to enlarge it.
Mar
16
TCA Wordrebels Writing Prompt 1
(Just a note – I’m not exactly fond of what I have here. It seems as though that is the majority feeling of the group, so I don’t feel so bad! And the first draft of this was written on my SC Classic 12, but eveyone at work kept interrupting my progress to talk about the typewriter, so I had to finish it on the computer…)
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“Funny. I always thought of myself as a ladies man.”
“You didn’t actually say that, did you?”
“Yeah. Why? Should I have not?”
“Take it from a girl, that’s about the last thing we want to hear. You might as well have told her that you’re a player.” She smiled, trying to lighten what she was about to say. “You blew it.”
“Wow. That’s honest.” He hung his head, defeated.
“Well, would you rather me lie? You’re in, buddy! She loves you and you’ll have three kids and live happily-”
“Okay. Okay. Stop. I get it. I never seem to say the right thing, do I?”
“Well,” she began, again trying to cushion what she was about to say, “you aren’t exactly socially retarded but I wouldn’t rule out wearing a helmet when you interact with women.” She smiled, hoping he would take her words as the jest they were mostly meant to be. He didn’t smile. She continued, “She just doesn’t get you. You’re a straight shooter. You say exactly what’s on your mind. You don’t have a filter. That’s the problem: you don’t have a filter. It takes a certain kind of woman to understand and accept that from word one.”
“How about you?” he asked. “I’ve know you for what, two years now?” She nodded. “What did you think when we met?”
That was a very loaded question as far as she was concerned. She knew the answer he was looking for but it didn’t come to her right away. Instead she was flooded with the memory of everything else from their first meeting. What he was wearing, how he smelled, the way he smiled, how his hair was just a little wind blown. Everything was still fresh in her mind and she fell in love with him again in that moment. But her reply, without looking up, was a simple, “You were nice.”
