Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Do You Want to Be a Zombie

This 50-Word story came to me as a clear vision. It makes me smile.

Do You Want To Be a Zombie?

"You have to ask yourself - Do you want to be a zombie? Well, do you?" Clint asked. "Well, no!" I say. "Then look at the beauty right here in front of you. Right now! Let this dark green, frosty- white, goose poop lying on the brilliant green grass awaken you."

I have been suggesting you write these hummers for awhile. I still recommend it to keep your story telling muscles limber.


But Now a New Challenge --

Twitter.com invites short twitters. You get 140 characters to express yourself including punctuation and spaces. To my eye, this means you get to write needle sharp poems. I find this a challenge.

Here's one I did on January 1st, 2009, my 39th wedding anniversary.


What did J P Getty say
he'd trade all his wealth for?
Wondrous Miracle
I have it.
In love and married to
the endlessly amazing Suzanne.

Note: By MS Word's count this is 132 characters. By Twitter's it's 138. I don't know how they count. But when you go to twitter, they will give you a running total of the characters you have left. Carriage returns are not preserved. You can use the "/" convention to indicate line breaks when writing poetry without the breaks. (See below.)


God Shouts

At this time of the year I look at my finances for the previous year and assess where I am.
"Yikes." I say.

"COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS!" the still small voice of my soul bellowed.

"But... but... but... YIKES."

Again the still small voice bellowed, "COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS!"

"OK," I say.

Hence the John Paul Getty reference. At the time he said -- I would gladly trade all my wealth for one marriage that worked -- he was the wealthiest man on Earth, and had a series of failed marriages.

One more 140 character twitter -

Dawn on my 39th Anniversary
Hummingbirds darting and
squeaking through soft mist.
Then the otter. Propitious omens!

With the "/" convention this becomes

Dawn on my 39th Anniversary/Hummingbirds darting and/squeaking through soft mist. /Then the otter. Propitious omens!

Go ahead and take the challenge. Twitter 140 characters.

Follow me at http://www.twitter.com/WilliamWittmann/

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Thursday, October 11, 2007

Romantic Arias and Mozart

Here’s an Exactly-50-Word Mini-Saga –

Romantic arias and Mozart’s sacred choral music replace the Beatles and Bossa Novas at home. Golden Baroque trumpet music replaces the omnipresent sounds of pacific surf at my office. Yellow and red leaves skitter across our driveway as I walk up from the beach. I become more interior in autumn.

I wonder what changes for you, dear reader, as your seasons change?

Blessings,

William

P.S. Feel free to let people know about these insights.

P.P.S. Members can find out more about 50-word mini-sagas in the members section of Body & Soul Mentor.