So my good friend and editor has mentioned more than once that I should check out Terrible Minds, the website/blog for the man, the myth, the legend, the one and only Chuck Wendig. He's not everybody's cup of tea, but he's okay with that and he calls it how he sees it.
I like that most about him I think. In today's world, true honesty, in all its grittiness, is a rare and wonderful thing.
So as I generally take all advice from my good friend and editor, who herself is one of those "call it how you see it" people, I finally popped over to check it out. Along with some brilliant writing, thought-provoking posts that cause me to get in touch with my inner-geek (not like that folks, I mean in the good way...oh nevermind), he's got a weekly writing prompt he runs.
And I think I'm addicted.
Those of you familiar with my site may or may not know of him. (well my editor does, obviously, but my parents, well, Chuck's not your cup of tea) Also, those of you familiar with my site have already seen the following post, and you are under no obligation to re-read it.
Warning, Mom, this post is a work over of one I did for Write On Edge, one that wasn't very Mom-Friendly. I'm letting you know now so you can go iron and wait for the next scene.
And before anyone gets upset that I told my mom to go iron something, ironing is how she deals with movie stress, like when watching Die Hard or Air Force One.
This week's Terrible Minds writing prompt is about bad fathers, like Tony Soprano, and the love-hate reception from readers/fans who find that sort of character compelling. From what I've read it looks like 1000 words is the regular word-limit to Flash Fiction Fridays.
I removed my response to fit the criteria of a writing contest. I apologize for the inconvenience.