Last Thursday, I attended a friend’s White Elephant gift exchange, and stole the most perfect gift ever: The Writer’s Toolbox. I have to tell you: It was touch and go there for awhile. I very nearly resigned myself to not owning this most fabulous piece of magical wonder, but then as luck would have it, someone kiped my cool pink picture frame and sarcastic cocktail napkins and I had no choice but to retaliate with an uppercut steal that really took the temporary owner of the best gift of all time by surprise. There may have been tears even. (The Writer’s Toolbox was accompanied by a pashmina, which I heartlessly absconded with too.) (MWAHHHHHHH HAAAA HAAAA! snickers my dark, tarry heart.)
It’s just that I needed this toolbox. Needed. Needed. Needed. First of all, I promised myself I would finish my manuscript by the middle of January. Secondly, this is what my heart said when I saw this gift opened by someone else other than me…
Nay, it screamed:
“Do you love to write? Do you need it, have to have it, will you dry up without it? Is it your soul, your gut, your eyes, your ears, your synapses, your core of your fiber of your nucleus? Is it? Is it?”
“On a hot summer night would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?”
“Because here’s the thing. The writing? It is my wolf with the red roses. And it bites and it scratches and it roots around in my brain. And it hurts. Oh yes it does. But I need the wolf. And the wolf needs me.”
“So give me that fucking toolbox.*”
“And the pashmina too.”
So boys and girls! Now that your heart has been warmed by my merry holiday tale, here’s today’s PROMPTuesday as taken from my brand new Writer’s Toolbox…
Using this first sentence as inspiration, complete the story:
My brother does this weird thing with turtles.
Please post your submission in the comments or write about it on your blog and leave me the link.
*Dear Mel: I’m sorry I am heartless.