A Typewriter's Roll

Why doesn't anyone care about me anymore?"

Herbie, the typewriter, sat glumpily in the corner on a bookshelf while the computer gloated at him across the room from a desk. The computer's annoying tickety-tak could not compare to a Coronamatic's trilling key taps. 

A typewriter didn't have to be "booted up" - Herbie was always up. Primed and waiting, he could sprink up pages of a story, poem, a letter, envelope or even a label. A computer needed a printer to do all the work Herbie accomplished.

"HRRRMPFFT!" Herbie would glope and the dust would lift a bit. How willingly he absorbed abuse to his keys when her fingers carumbled along. Forever, with a kind heart, he remained dedicated and true. Perhaps his R typed lower that the others and occasionally his o, e, a, and other letter loops would glop with ink. A speedy jaunt to the repair shop for cleaning solved it.

"GRRROMMLNK!" It was time to run away from this room. Herbie mumbled, "Oh platen, karol me like you do paper."

Obediently his planten tworled and catapoppled him off the table. Herbie, with newly found energy,  clomped onto a forgotten skateboard stored beneath his shelf. Frightened but determined he kerplanked out the door.  

Bumpily bump down the hill to the ocean, Herbie klerked and treetered poised for adventure.

Screeleeshing to a halt the skateboard's found his voice, "YAHOWEWA!  I'm also overlooked these days. Thanks for your encouragement and getting me going. Now, we're free," the skateboard sprung wheelie after wheelie. "Let's cruise some chicks."

Onward they farwheeled, friendshipping in search of adventure.

A Nature Walk

If you feel stuck with a writing project, discover ways to cross from one idea to another.

Notice a collage of color. Search for a variety of scents that float on the breeze. Use the tips of fingers to feel the texture of nature's offerings. 

Take a chance by discovering a route into the wild you have not considered.

Look up, down and around for the unusual. 

Who in the past has visited this path? 

Imagine a mystical creature to greet you.

Ask what if ?

Do you feel a sense of foreboding or sense of adventure?

Let your nature walk stimulate curiosity and imagination.

Try On a Super Power

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. 

-Marianne Williamson
The meaning of life is to find your gift, the purpose of life is to give it away. 
~ Pablo Picasso

Which ability would you choose for your Super Power?  

Write about getting used to it.  How will you fit it into your life?  

Describe your first action.