by Joe Bunting |
PRACTICE Write about a young girl out to avenge her father's murder. (Yes, I watched True Grit last night.) Write for fifteen minutes. When you're finished, post your practice in the comments. And if you practice, don't forget to give some feedback to other...
by Joe Bunting |
PRACTICE Write about the desert. Write for fifteen minutes. When you're finished, post your practice in the comments. Here's my practice. Hopefully you can do better. David strode out. Two steps at a time. The hard packed sand-dirt scraped under his feet. There was no...
by Joe Bunting |
Last year, to make some extra money, I worked Black Friday as a temp at a shoe store. From ten at night until seven in the morning, I stacked shoe boxes on sale between fifty and sixty percent off. It was the longest night of my life. It was crazy. When I got to the...
by Joe Bunting |
Rules are made to be broken (says the cliché), and Saturdays are as good as any day for rule breaking. This is what we do at the Write Practice. Yesterday, we talked about making nature more human (and therefore relatable) through the use of personification. Today,...
by Joe Bunting |
I don't know if it was the black eyes of the people watching me or the way everything looked dark and overused in that city, but I was ill at ease, as if restlessness could be defined by a leg that wouldn't stop bouncing under the table and an imagination that...
by Joe Bunting |
The window in my living room opens out to a wide field that ends in a line of trees. The birds live in the trees and in the mornings they fly out over the field. There's something about birds. Sometimes you see a yellow one or a blue one. Mostly, though, they are...
