G = Giving Up

G.jpgetting to the point where you want to call it quits? Or look for that rabbit’s foot, blast the bad luck to bits? What quirky superstitions do your characters have? What point do they turn back, saying they’ve had enough?

Of the different stories I’ve written, the different characters met, none of them are superstitious (unless they’re good at hiding it, I bet!). Love and logic lead their choices, the words ‘I quit/to h–l with it’ seldom in their voices. Then again….

What about your characters?

D =Dysfunctional

Do your characters come from families that are “Brady Bunch/Partridge Family” perfect? Or are they more like the Addams Family/Golden Girls mishmash of reality?

Who drove your characters onto the paths they’re on? Was it for encouragement or escape? Dreams or dreads? Or was it to seek some sense of functional normalcy in what is called reality?

C = Contrast


(Short ramble based on the daily prompt – only because my creative muse went m.i.a….)

Are you a pantser or a planner? Are you a ‘full-story done’ or a discoverer along the way? Short stories or series? Poems or epics? Do you let the characters control the tale or the plot? Is there anything really wrong with mixing all of it up?

Setting such logical toss-ups aside, now it is time to go back to camp!

A = Adventure, Alven and Amelia


I’ve no idea what I’m doing for CampNaNo this year (aside from rambling aimlessly while my two cabin-mates make clear progress towards their goals)! And again, going for the Blogging from A-to-Z challenge, while weaving in the One-Minute Writer challenge. So here’s tonight’s result, from “Call Me, AL” –


“What is the craziest thing you ever did on the day for fools,” Alven asked. “Hijack a car? Go on a blind date? Take an impossible dive?”

Amelia smiled. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

He adjusted his glasses. “We’re still dating; so there’s a fair chance I might.”

She leaned forward, her smile growing wider for a moment. “Care to make a bet? Winner decides next destination?”

“Adventurous or foolish?”

“Both.” She paused. “I gave my boss a letter of resignation. On her birthday. Five minutes before leaving work.”

Alven reached for the wine. “Which job was this? Obviously the one you hated, right?”

Amelia shook her head. “The one I loved, the one I earned and thoroughly enjoyed.”

“And you resigned?”

She shook her head again. “I said I gave my boss a letter of resignation. The key was in the closing: “April Fools! Have a terrific birthday.””

“And you lived to tell the tale.” Alven sighed. “You win. What are we doing tomorrow?”

“See how well you survive shopping, for starters.” With that, Amelia found the most expensive dessert to order and enjoy, with a few servings ordered to go.