It just occurred to me, you know what NaNoWriMo is? It’s 1 thousand weeks of 50 word fiction Fridays, in one month. The thought made me sleepy, so I asked Wil to write a fiction for today, therefore, the theme is delegation.

She had driven all night to see him. They spent the night in bed and ordered room service cheeseburgers. The next day she slept late and asked if he would write her English assignment. As she slept he wondered how old she was, and if she had stolen that car?

EDITED TO ADD: Ok, I finally wrote my own story about delegation.

“So … where is she?”

“She took the day off and I have to cover for her.”

“What does that entail, exactly?”

“Well, it means I do no work all day and then leave early.”

“You’d better do some online shopping as well, just to be safe.”

“Consider it done.”

So, this week’s theme is conversion. Of any kind. Something I have to try to do in my head every weekend. The numbers just don’t mean as much to me up there. 22 degrees? That’s freaking cold, right? No! It’s quite nice, actually. Phooey. Anyway, the theme is conversion.

By the way, excellent job last week everyone.

Foreign Fuel



“99 cents? But.. that’s not gallons. That’s like… millieeters or something.”

“Per liter.”

“But what does that mean?”

“99 cents per liter… there are about 4.5 liters per.. carry the one…. it’s about 2 bucks more.”

“Two dollars? American or Canadian?”

“Oh, let’s just walk.”

You guys did such a great job last week! I think I am mucho rusty at this. I could not come up with a theme to save my life. I kept trying to use lines from the tv shows I was watching. Contenders?

• Don’t be mad, monkey.
• Everyone was happy, especially the truckers in sweatpants.
• Look, will you ladies take your tea party outside? I’m trying to calm my nerves.

In the end, i chose a single word – chance.

The Dating/Crying Game

“You’re not what I expected.”

“Neither are you, actually”

“Well, I guess you take a chance when you answer the ads, huh.”

“True.”

“Look, there’s been a mistake. I’m sure you are nice enough, but I’m not gay.”

“I see. Well…. I’m not a man.”

jodi: i’m gong to bring ’em back. gimme a topic. i need a topic.

wil: i dont know, why i love you the best

jodi: i don’t think why you love me best is a topic that everyone can write about. but you are free to write about it. 🙂

wil: well they should learn

jodi i can’t write about it.

wil: well you need to learn too

jodi: fine. that will be your topic. why you love me best. but, maybe everyone else will just have to do “love”

Lord, I am rusty at this. It’s been a while. But here goes. You remember the rules? Play along if you like, 50 words – no more, no less. Must include the theme or topic in order to get the extra special chicken fried bonus points, with gravy and cheese on top.

True Love



He looked over at her, at her dopey smile, her fingers that caressed the smooth surface, her eyes wide with desire.

His jealousy was embarrassing, but he couldn’t help it. He snatched the MacBook Pro away.

“Jeez… you love it so much, why don’t you just marry it!”

Belly dancing is coming along well. In the sense that I am still enjoying it. Not in the sense I am getting any good at it. But it’s still great fun. So much so, in fact, that KK and I have decided to add a second class to our week. This class is actually more of a belly dance work out class, and it’s called Power Belly. Isn’t that precious? I think the only reason I am taking a work out class is a: it’s still belly dance which I like and b: i find the name Power Belly to be charming. Louise has decided to join us, and if we get in when we register today, our first class will be Tuesday after work.
Your challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to use the term “power belly” in your 50 word fiction.

ìHow can you eat all that junk, doesnít it make you sick?î
Fred popped the last fry in his mouth and stood.
ìNopeÖ Iíve been upgraded.î
He lifted his shirt to show the steel that had replaced flesh.
ìIíve got a Power BellyÖ I could digest nails if I wanted.î

“Hi, again, wicked, gorgeous, unimaginable vastness of the universe.”

Ok, I admit, I was sitting here with zero ideas for a 50 word fiction. I even thought I’d write the fiction first, and let the theme come out of that, but nothing happened. Blank screen. Then I read Mark Morford’s latest article, about the Kiwa hirsuta, the blond, blind new mysterious crustacean that has been discovered. I wasn’t inspired by it, per se, but more by a sentence in the article. “Hi, again, wicked, gorgeous, unimaginable vastness of the universe.” Oh the amazing things we do not yet know, and have yet to discover. Take out of that what you will, if you chose to play this week.

Just to be Sociable I’ll Take Your Word*

He craned his neck and watch the object soaring above him.

“Is this it?” He asked. “Have I seen everything now, now that I’ve seen an elephant fly?”

They ducked as the pachyderm dove into a deep swoop and then up again. She took his hand.

“I doubt it.”

*From “When I see an Elephant Fly” from the movie Dumbo.

I need to go on vacation, kids. It’s not just a time off from work thing, although who doesn’t love that. I need to go away somewhere I’ve never been. Walk streets in a city I do not know. Or maybe I need to go to a cabin by a lake, somewhere quiet, with just my laptop and a stack of books… surrounded by trees. Or, possibly, somewhere a bit more tropical, where I can enjoy the water more directly, and walk on the beach under the stars. I wanted to go to Vegas before Ave. Q closed in May, but going to Vegas – again – would be a cop out. No matter how much I love it. I need to go somewhere new.

That being the case, the theme this week is “getaways.” Even tho I didn’t stick strictly to the vacation sense of the theme, myself. For those new to the game, feel free to contribute a story of your own. The only rule is it has to be exactly 50 words. [Unless you are William.] And if you want the extra cheesy, deep fried bonus points, you need to follow the them. I try to write one every Friday for no other reason than “why not?”

Getaway

The sun bore down hot on her skin. But not in a good way. She pushed her sunglasses back up on her nose, she was going incognito. But not in a fun way. She was stuck waiting outside the bank, ready to drive away. But not in a slow way.

Rain rain rain. Actually, it is currently not raining. But that is only temporary. We are supposed to have a big wind storm tonight. We are currently experiencing the calm that comes before. Last night I asked Christine what the theme should be today…. something positive. She suggested Sunshine. And let there be light.

SPF

Their faces red not from embarrassment, they passed the bottle of aloe back and forth. She felt bad, but how many times had she told them… warned them? They thought she was being cute, they didn’t take her seriously. They would now. She really was full of inner sunshine.

Based on online lookups, the # 1 word for the year 2005 is “integrity.” I wonder how few of those lookups came from the White House. Anyhoo… that is the theme for today.

The Importance of Hair Care

She tested the integrity of the golden braid, and climbed out the window. Why wait for some knight in shining armor to come? She didn’t even like horses. Landing on the ground, she shook her short blond curls. Feeling free in more ways than one, she set off for town.