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September 11, 2017

Time Out

Filed under: Uncategorized — freethepen @ 7:53 pm

Hurricane Harvey took my apartment in Texas. Due to this, I will not be posting daily prompts until I get re-settled. Hopefully, this will not take long. Thank you for your consideration. Jan

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August 31, 2017

You’re in the Woods . . . .

Filed under: fiction — freethepen @ 2:55 pm

KODAK Digital Still Camera You’re in the woods and you see this marvelous tree. It calls out to you. What is it saying?

Keep the pen moving,

Jan

August 30, 2017

Just One Thing . . .

Filed under: Journal writing — freethepen @ 4:04 pm

Thinking Cute Kid Girl Looking. Instagram Effect Portrait Before you start your day — think about the one thing that, if you did, would be one step towards fulfilling a dream. What would that be and what would you have to do to do it?

Keep the pen moving,

Jan

August 29, 2017

Silent Voice

Filed under: Journal writing — freethepen @ 12:58 pm

Djungarian hamster in sawdust Like a hamster’s squeak, everyone has that tiny voice inside them, the one that whispers wisdom when they do something they shouldn’t. When was the last time you stifled that small voice of wisdom? What were the circumstances? How did things fare out? What do you wish you listed to?

Keep the pen moving,

Jan

August 28, 2017

Blessed

Filed under: Journal writing — freethepen @ 2:36 pm

Fields At The Rainbows End Texas is under siege by the weather. Thousands are homeless with nothing more than bare feet and the pants on their butts. Please take this time to write out each and every blessing. I suggest you start out like this. I’m blessed for waking up in my own bed. I’m blessed I can walk to my bathroom to pee. I’m blessed I can go into my refrigerator and remove food for breakfast. When you are pushed out of your home, every moment of every hour has changed. You have no where to go. You have only survival on your mind. I know this personally. Since 2001 I have lost 3 homes and 4 households. Rebuilding a life takes years, decades. I know. I am still rebuilding. Please give thanks. Know how blessed you are. Disasters don’t come with a new life already mapped out. You have to create it from tears, sweat, pleading, praying, great faith, much hope, and the ability to move on to each new second with fortitude.

Keep the pen moving,

Jan

August 27, 2017

Empowered

Filed under: Journal writing — freethepen @ 3:06 pm

Thinking Cute Kid Girl Looking. Instagram Effect Portrait

Empowered. A wonderful word from the 70’s. But not everyone feels empowered all the time or has learned how to be empowered. Write out a time when you wish you felt more empowered or a time when you did. Write all all the details.

Keep the pen moving,

Jan

August 26, 2017

Storm

Filed under: memoir — freethepen @ 2:54 pm

two brothers play in rain outdoors Texas is having rainfalls bringing floods and damage due to hurricane Harvey. What storms have you survived, weather-wise or emotional?

Tell it all.

Keep the pen moving,

Jan

August 25, 2017

Light

Filed under: fiction — freethepen @ 1:50 pm

girl opening curtains in a bedroom Get your creative cap on. Write a flash fiction (250-750 words) about the power of light.

Keep the pen moving,

Jan

August 24, 2017

Miracle

Filed under: Journal writing — freethepen @ 2:10 pm

Long Stem Red Rose “It was just a miracle that. . .” How many times have you said that? What happened in your life that you thought it was a miracle? Where were you? What happened? What terrible thing could have happened instead? Tell it all.

Keep the pen moving,

Jan

August 23, 2017

Heritage

Filed under: memoir — freethepen @ 1:53 pm

Nana Food. It holds so many memoires. Our recipes get passed down from generation to generation just like handmade rugs, hats, and bedspreads. Food is a powerful way to keep our heritage alive. I can’t eat lemon meringue pie without remembering my Nana’s lemon meringue pie. Her recipe, memorized so no recipe could be written to get the pie right, was the best. How she cooked it so the peaks were always brown on their tips, and the lemon part was just tart enough, I’ll never know. Even when I sat in front of her one day and tried to write her pinch and handful ingredient measurements, I couldn’t do it.

What heritage of recipes do you have? Whose were they? Do you make them yourself? What memories do they conjure up?

Keep the pen moving,

Jan

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