Writing Wednesdays & A Writing Sprint link up

Because I’m a writer & storyteller and enjoy weaving words together into tapestries of stories both real and imagined, I’ve dedicated Wednesdays to my creative writing. As my current work-in-progress lingers in edits, I am working through the Writing Sprint Prompts to keep my writing muscles from getting lazy.

As always, the Writing Sprint prompt appears at the end of this post and offers an opportunity for you to freewrite for 15 to 30 minutes without the so-called help of your inner critic. No overthinking. No stopping. No editing. No worries. Daily writing exercises help writers grow, improve and free their writing. The only rule is that you must leave a comment for at least one other writer who’s included their link. That’s it. Other than, free yourself from your doubts, your fears and your inner critic and have some writing fun with us!

{oh, and a quick p.s. If you’re joining the link up, please grab the Writing Sprint logo below and include it on your blog post, along with a link back to this page. Thanks!}

laptopWriting Sprint Prompt: Regulars

{Before I get started, I will say that in order to keep my writing within the 15 to 30 minute time, I have created a playlist on Spotify that allows me to put together songs that come close to 30 minutes. When the final note plays on the last song…I stop writing}


The Big Fat Tip

Felix sat in the corner booth, his computer in front of him, his fingers resting on the keys and his eyes closed. From behind the bar Lucy watched him with a bit of disdain.

“Every Thursday night,” Sara said to Lucy, picking up a tray of drinks. Sara glanced over at Felix and smiled. “He’s so cute when he’s working,” she added.

Lucy grunted in response. “And just how much does he tip you every week, Sara?”

Sara waved her free hand in the air. “When his stuff gets published, I’m going to get a big fat tip. To make up for all the scraps of poems he leaves instead.”

“You’re dreaming.”

“You’ll see,” Sara said, and she walked with an extra sway to her hips as she approached Felix’s table to drop off more ice water.

“Thanks,” Felix said, not looking up.

Sara stood watching him for a moment, until he finally looked up at her. She smiled.

“I really need to work,” he said.

“Oh, yeah, me, too,” she said and leaned over. “Do you want me to sneak you some bread or anything,” she whispered.

“Yeah, sure, whatever.”

She smiled again, her eyes taking in the screen filled with words until he cleared his throat. “Sorry. I’ll see about that bread.” She winked and moved on to her other tables.

At the bar, Lucy sorted the mail, flipping one envelope over and over and studying it with narrowed eyes. “Hey, Sara,” she called. “You got a letter or something.” She waved the envelope in the air.

“Really?” Sara’s face broke into a smile that shone in brightly in her eyes as she hurried to the where Lucy sat. “Thanks.”

“Return address says Parker Publishing,” Lucy said.

“Wow, that was fast,” Sara said. She glanced over at Felix, his hands tapping at the keys. He sipped his water. He never ordered anything and somehow never felt bad about it, she thought. She’d never have the nerve to do that. Stake out a booth in a neighborhood pub and drink water all night, tapping away at his best seller but never ordering food or even tipping her.

At first, Sara had thought it was cool that a writer ended up in her station. She had visions of big tips and building up her savings and finally making her way to Boston. But after the first few weeks she realized what a jerk he was. He barely even made eye contact with her, looking through her and dismissing her without even a thought.

By the fifth week, she hatched an idea.

That was four months ago. But finally, she held the results in her hand. A letter from a publishing house. She tore it open:

Dear Miss Walker:

Thank you for your recent submission of poems for our consideration. The unique snippets, the way they meld together into irregular rhythms and beats and create such unique poems that read like lilting music is, to say the least, evocative and innovative.

Parker House would love to discuss publishing your work and perhaps entering into a contract for future works.

Please call me at the (303) 432-3499 to arrange a time and place for a meeting. We would love to fly you to Boston at our expense at your earliest convenience.


Margaret McNally

Sara let out a yelp and uncharacteristically hugged Lucy.

“What?” Lucy asked.

“My big fat tip,” Sara said.


This Week’s Writing Sprint: Regulars

Some people, once they find a place they like, really make themselves at home. This week, write a story about a regular at a local bar, restaurant, or coffee shop. Why has this person latched on to this particular place? Does he or she always order the same thing? How do the other patrons feel about this person? Try to have all the action in the story take place inside the establishment.

Give us what you’ve got with as much detail and dialog and description as you can muster in 15 to 30 minutes. And most of all, have fun. Free your writer from your inner critic. When you’re done, come back and link up what you’ve got! And remember to give some encouragement to at least one other person in the link up community. You can post to the link up party until next Tuesday night. Hope to read you there!


3 thoughts on “Writing Sprint: Regulars

  1. What is it about the name Felix that makes it a good writer name? Hah. Although, my Felix wouldn’t frequent a public place to write. I thought the characters in this were drawn very well for the short amount of time you had, and I’m interested in knowing Felix’s reaction to the publishing deal.

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