Writing Workshop Wednesdays

What is on your Summer To DO List?  Action verbs only, please. . .

Write anything as long as you are outside.

If you could be anything, regardless of schooling or experience, when you grew up, what would you be?

Consider an obstacle in your life, and then explain how it inevitably led to a blessing in your life.

So, for this season of love, how do you plan to use your words for the better?

Define informed consent.

Write “Resilience” at the top of your page and then write continuously for two minutes.

Which sense would you choose:  sight or hearing, and why?

Who or what instilled in you the love of reading?

How would you spend your Temperature Day?

Which five resolutions are topping your list?

If you could, which one moment in your life would you relive?

What are the top five non-material items on your Christmas list?

Create acrostic writing using the word “THANKSGIVING.”

Describe your ideal Thanksgiving menu.

Who or what is your muse?

Which position would you play in baseball, and why?

Share your truth.

Write a “love” letter.

What do you complain about more than anything else?  Be specific.

Tell your Life in Scars.

Recall an incident where you felt regret.

What one question would you ask a psychic about your future, and why?

Are you able to recall a time where you were a victim or a witness of discrimination of any kind?  Explain.

Describe what is happening in the painting.

How would you spend your last day of summer?

Before I die I want to . . .

Explain the couch’s backstory

Writing Workshop Wednesdays


3 thoughts on “Writing Workshop Wednesdays

  1. September 19, 2008 I walked out of the house after yelling at my childhood dog, Smokey, because she ate the last bit of food off my plate when I excused myself to use the restroom. Had I known when I left for my friends house that those harsh words “Bad GIrl Smokey” would be the very last words I spoke to her, I would have never said them. Had I known I would have given her all of my food. I regret it to this day that when I left I did not say “I love you baby girl” like I did every day to her when I leave the house. Some people would tell me to get over it, but Smokey was my best friend growing up. Every time I was sick, she was either at my bedside or in my bed with me. Out of all the mistakes I have made and the many times i let my parents down in life, not being able to take back those harsh words to Smokey before she was killed by a car is the one thing in my life I regret. It has been six years since the accident and nothing has made me more regretful.


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