This weeks Mama Kat's Writing Prompts are...
1. Write from the point of view of a glass at the edge of the table.
2.) Describe a typical day during your Jr. High years.
3.) Why do you write?
4.) When I'm around too much negativity I...
5.) You've been hired as a writer for "Late Show with David Letterman." Your first assignment is to come up with a witty, nonpolitical Top Ten list for him to read on air.
So, I have chosen number 1 and 3. The others look like fun, but I have a dinner party tomorrow night with our City Manager and my neighbors to "discuss" the horrible neighbors on the corner... so I will write what I know I can fit in.
Glass perched on edge of table in a Las Vegas Hotel Bar...
Wow... I got to come out tonight! I'm so excited!
No one ever asks for Champagne glasses anymore.
It's always FLUTES! Those stupid flutes!
Don't they know I have been around for years and the stupid champagne tastes exactly the same?? I would know! The stuff has been poured into me!
I laugh when I see people trying to drink from a flute. They have to tilt their heads back, or the rim hits their humongous noses!! HA! That'll show ya!!
At least with me, you can sip daintily if you're are a woman, and gulp it down if you're a man.
Oh Look at THAT! What an outfit she has on!
They must be here for a wedding. My, My, My. That is quite a get up. I must have been up on that shelf a long time.
Since when did NOT wearing panties become the 'in' thing? Oh... wait a minute... what is that "T" thing on her butt!
That CAN'T BE underwear! Yikes... it is! I think! That can't be comfy.
Wow... times sure have changed.
Someone hit a jackpot!
I wonder where the woman that ordered me went. I'm still half full.
My bubbles are almost gone.
Ewwww gross! Hey buddy! Do I LOOK like an ASHTRAY?
Now she'll order another, and I'll be washed and put away, and who knows when the next time I can come out will be!
Oh great! Just what I needed! A cigarette butt AND someone's chewing tobacco spit.
Nice! Just what I've always dreamed of!
What a night!
Maybe it'd be better if....
What is that! Oh no! No! Hey dude! Don't do it! No matter how much money they offer you!
Oh no, don't chant! Not the chant!
(in the bar, loud boisterous chants of DRINK, DRINK, DRINK)
He is so drunk! That poor stupid soul!
These people are your FRIENDS???
Oh! Put me back in the shelf! Please! Someone come and resc....
(OOOOOHHHHHHHH! DUDE! YOU DIDN'T)
(YOU THE MAN! YOU THE &*(0#$#@ MAN!)
Oh, yes he did.
Please... won't someone put me away now?
I've had enough.
It's loud, people are rude, and women and men look the same now!
I can't tell the difference!
Is that a dog in a PURSE?
Ugh, I'm gonna be sick.
2. Why do I write?
For my sanity.
Because people tell me I'm good at it.
Because it helps me work out my problems and anger issues.
Because it is my perfect form of expression.
Words excite me.
Words are forever.
Written, spoken, sung, painted, etched, drawn in sand. All forms are wonderful.
It is a great way to show love.
You can go back and read it over and over and over again.
It is the purest form of giving of onesself.
There is a responsibility to be very careful with the words you choose when writing.
It just plain makes me happy.
A day without writing... is a day I don't want to experience.