Thank you to everyone who participated! Great stories and to those who stretched their imaginations, Congratulations. ❤ Below is the round-up of all the February poems, flashes, short stories, and some artwork too! If I missed yours for some reason, please add a link in the comments and I’ll happily reblog. I invite everyone to enjoy some unique stories and meet some wonderful writers. I’ll post March’s prompt on the 1st!
“Who’s stupid idea was it to invite an elephant to our house for dinner?” mouse one asked.
“It’s really cold and snowy outside,” mouse two piped up. “I felt bad for the big guy and I thought he might like to come over, warm up around our fire, and enjoy a nice hot meal.”
“Are you daft?” mouse three asked. “How did you think that big galoot could possibly fit into our little house?”
“I think our home is quite roomy,” mouse two responded defensively.
“It is, if you’re a mouse,” mouse four said. “But not if you’re an elephant!”
“And even if, by some miracle, that elephant could fit into our house,” mouse five said, “what would we feed him? A few pieces of cheese? I’m sure he’d find the taste of a dozen plump mice much more to his liking.”
“Oh crap,” mouse one said. “That stupid elephant is…
He lost interest at that point, but maybe you want to know more.
What is a Mini-WriMo?
I first heard the term Mini-WriMo years ago after nearly collapsing from exhaustion after a full-fledged NaNoWriMo. And since that mention, I do various versions of mini writing bursts throughout the year.
It’s basically a time-limited, personal challenge to focus on writing. The best part? You set your own goals based on what’s achievable for you and what you want to accomplish.
Why does it work?
1. Because it’s supremely flexible. What we write, how we write, and the needs of our projects are all different and constantly evolving. A mini-WriMo can be whatever you wish based on your goals.
2. You pick the time period – a week, two weeks, a month.
3. You decide on the measure – a certain number of words, a finished outline, completed character bios, or an hour of writing 3 times a week. Perhaps daily journaling to brainstorm ideas. You can write a paragraph a day, or give yourself editing or blogging goals. How about developing a marketing plan (something I’ve been meaning to do for 10 years!).
4. You can under-promise and overachieve. If you think you can consistently write 1K words a day, make your goal 500. If you go over, that’s just fine. You want to make your goal easy to accomplish.
5. No one needs to validate your efforts – you’re only accountable to yourself, your muse, and the writing gods.
6. It can loosen a block. If you’re feeling blocked, it forces you to write at least a little bit, and sometimes, that’s all it takes to get the keyboard clacking.
7. It’s “official!” You get to explain to your family your “official” and “very important” challenge that you committed to as well as your “critical” time requirements. This is extremely helpful in my family. If I simply want to write, I don’t get the same kind of time and space as when I sigh and inform them that I’ve made an “official commitment.”
8. You get a badge – even for an attempt to meet your goals. Here it is for your downloading pleasure (pixabay images):
Why am I telling you this?
Because I’m tending to a Ninny Rhino for the month of March. Want to join in? At the end of the month, I’ll set up a post so we can all share our successes in the comments. 🙂
The subject matter was provocatively named, “Our Future – Or is there One?” For all those who knew the speaker, the choice of the title did not come as a major surprise. A fervent and ferocious advocate of environmental conservation and leading proponent of Climate Change, Joanne Chan Ming Choo had taken it upon herself to introduce a paradigm shift in the global thinking underlying global warming. She had made it the foremost mission of her existence to push, peddle, purvey and pile on both facts and pressure with a view to jettisoning dogmas and denting stereotypes.
This also made Joanne the most hated nemesis of the corporate world. Torch bearers of wealth accumulation and beacons of crony capitalism spewed venom and spouted malice at her work. Resorting to tactics ranging from the asinine to the arcane, these modern robber barons were unrelenting in their efforts to act as disruptors…
Hugo swung his legs to the floor and sat up. What a night!
The party lasted into the wee hours and by the time he’d stumbled home; he
passed out on the couch, never making it into his bed. His head ached, and thirst
clogged his throat.
He belched. The stench of alcohol and the pong of a dirty
ashtray perfumed the air. He fumbled for his cigarettes, rifling through his
pockets, on the hunt for his lighter. He retrieved a pack from his shirt pocket
and found it empty. His anger erupted. He balled up the packet and threw it across
“Hey, quit throwing stuff at me!”
“What?” Hugo’s bleary eyes tried to focus, but he couldn’t
He staggered toward the open window and gasped. Like an old-timey movie reel, grainy images flickered on a silver screen. After his bloodshot eyes cleared, he observed what…
Dear Diana has a monthly prompt going on, using a picture. It is a speculative fiction prompt, so we can write whatever we want, and this photo has been popping up into my reader on such a regular basis… things started to form in my mind…
The stormy winds did blow The house it teetered so The mice called for help from friend or foe Their voices carried, but where did they go?
The snowflakes made a different sound The elephant felt it in the ground She followed over hill and mound And this was what old Ellie found
A family made of her biggest fear As she approached they raised a cheer Even the littlest appeared to peer And Mummy Mouse, she wiped a tear
"Oh Elephant, so big and strong, We've been stranded for so long. To leave us now would be so wrong. Restore us please…