In that order. Every day, I post whatever I’m going to post, then I make up a prompt based on the post. Some people have been kind enough to tell me they like it; they say it inspires them to realize that everything contains the germ of a story.
My cat is by my shoulder, purring loudly. Current cat theory is that cats purr 1) when happy 2) when secure 3) when having needs/desires fulfilled 4) when uncertain, in order to reassure themselves 5) in order to reassure the animal/person they’re with.
WRITING PROMPT: A human being suddenly gains the ability–indeed, the compulsion–to purr under any or all of the above circumstances.
MA
p.s. It’s Tuesday, so I’m posting at Fatal Foodies on the subject of Man Bites Fish! It’s about piranha.
Raejean
April 19, 2011 at 9:08amI enjoy the prompts at the end of each post. Thanks for including them!
Marian Allen
April 19, 2011 at 1:28pmGlad you enjoy them! Everything is about writing! 🙂
Larri
April 19, 2011 at 9:21amI like the prompts, too. 🙂 Hmm…a human begins purring. I’ll have to give that one further thought in order to write about it. Thanks for sharing. Happy Tuesday! 🙂
Marian Allen
April 19, 2011 at 1:28pmHappy Tuesday to you, too! 🙂
Jane
April 19, 2011 at 10:43amHi. A good purr is one of the happiest gifts in the world.
Marian Allen
April 19, 2011 at 1:29pmIt sure is. It makes the happy settle in and stay. 🙂
Nancy Williams
April 19, 2011 at 1:57pmThe little boy charged his stuffed animals, roaring as he played predator. After awhile, he sat back surrounded by a mixture of dinosaurs, tigers, sharks and whales, purring with satisfaction.
Except for the purring, this is a daily occurrence at my house.
Nancy
N. R. Williams, The Treasures of Carmelidrium.
Marian Allen
April 19, 2011 at 2:45pmLOL! I can imagine it, Nancy! And isn’t it lovely, the times you see a child so happy and content you’d swear he could purr?
Carol
April 20, 2011 at 12:42amI like your prompts at the end of each post, but I’m copying them down to use after the A-Z Challenge is over. 🙂
One of my cats is curled up on the foot of my recliner with his head resting on my leg and the others are spread out through the house.
Marian Allen
April 21, 2011 at 9:22amWe just lost our oldest resident cat (he was 19). Our other is 11. My husband says, “When Katya goes–no more cats!” I guess I’ll have to get an artificial one, because a house without a cat just isn’t home!