After work last Thursday I met with Charley, one of the Cleveland-area Wrimos who blew the doors off 50,000 words back in November. We chatted about writing as we sipped our ridiculously huge “not compensating for anything” café mochas.
Charley brought up an exercise he used to do with his college roommate wherein they would write stories based on a random assortment of words. I’ve done this sort of thing before, so I asked Charley to send me an e-mail with a half-dozen words that I could use as the seeds for a short story.
These are the words that showed up in my inbox last night: dichotomy microverse gulp indictment pests scrape.
Pfft! Piece of cake.
I wouldn’t even ATTEMPT to tackle that challenge.
I’d like to take a shot at one of those ‘not compensating for anything’ café mochas, tho…
I’ve begun the short story, which may or may not take place entirely within a coffee shop. Thus far, I’ve used only one of the six words. “Microverse” is going to be a bit tricky.
The mochas are decent, which is why I keep ordering ’em. Alas, some other establishments have not-so-decent mochas, and I still keep ordering ’em. What the hell is wrong with me?
Mochas protect against spontaneous microverse misalignment.
Or so I’ve heard.