Snow covered streets
Reminds me of my youth
Your breath evident
Friends meeting for a game
The laughter, sounds of a hockey stick
Blue sky above
Its time to go home
I’ve decided I want to blog more. Rather than just thinking about doing it, I’m starting right now. I will be posting on this blog once a day / once a week for all of 2011.
I know it won’t be easy, but it might be fun, inspiring, awesome and wonderful. Therefore I’m promising to make use of The DailyPost, and the community of other bloggers with similiar goals, to help me along the way, including asking for help when I need it and encouraging others when I can.
If you already read my blog, I hope you’ll encourage me with comments and likes, and good will along the way.
I picked up a great book for potential writers called Room to Write. The book helps you write something every day. I purchased my copy second hand from the Goodwill store. It has become one of my most valuable tools for writing. The book is divided into two hundred studies which guide you and prompt you to write based on a particular topic. What follows is a sample of one of my writing samples which was prompted in the book.
A trail of blood led to the kitchen. The lights were on, allowing a clear view a the body slumped in the wooden chair. Laying on the table was an empty gin bottle, some of it’s contents spilled, but no drinking glass was present. Moving closer I see a small bullet hole over the right ear, blood already coagulating. Jim’s cell phone was on the floor, browsing the internet. As I walked towards the stove I noticed a drawer open. It was a typical drawer filled with items that most people only use once. A few batteries, old eyeglasses, two screwdrivers, matchbooks and some super glue. One item in the drawer was not your typical junk, a small semi-automatic handgun.