Wordless Wednesday Meets & Marries Writers Workshop

I had forgotten how hard it is to find something scintillating–or even mildly interesting to a few–to write about every day.  As I was whining to myself in that general vein this morning, I suddenly realized why bloggers did Wordless Wednesdays.  As you all know, I tend to be a bit of a contrarian (a bit? ha!), so I put Wordless Wednesdays into the category of “cute meme for people who have no imagination.”  How hard is it, after all, to slap a jpeg on your blog?  But in this relentless slog of MLB-NaBloPoMo, I thought about capitulating.  I have a Flickr account.  I have lots of photos, some of them even somewhat artsy.  Then I thought about what MidLifeBloggers used to do on Wednesdays:  our Writers Workshop.  Why not go back to that?

Why not indeed?

It’s far less structured this time.  No lecture from me–well, maybe a tip or two. Mostly I’m focusing on that now-resounding advice to bloggers, “Content is King”.  How to get a successful blog?  Content is king?  How to make money at blogging?  Content is King.  How to enjoy your blog?  Content is king.  I’ve heard that consistently since I first started blogging, but damn–it’s sometimes hard to make content the king of your blog, especially when your life starts to get pushy and take over.

So for myself, even more than for you (aren’t I just the sweetest thing), I’m going to start posting every Wednesday a writing prompt.  On Thursdays, I’ll post my response to the prompt.  If you want to share yours, send me the url at jane(at)midlifebloggers(dot)com.  You don’t have to send it on Thursday; anytime will do.

And now, here’s this week’s prompt.  That picture at the start of this post?  That’s it.

Tagged as: blogging, Blogging How To's, content, MLB-NaBloPoMo, Wordless Wednesday, Writers Workshop, writing, writing prompt

  • Mpacks

    Let me take another stab at this … the picture has motivated me to try something … combining poetry with a short story. I’ve started with the poetry first, inspired by this picture.
    In the setting
    It leaves
    Wisps and trails of
    Purple and orange

    A breeze blowing
    Leaves rustle
    And whisper
    Day to night

    In the falling
    Of color
    Reds, golds, browns
    To the ground

    Slumber arrives
    With the dark
    Stirs again
    With the early light

    • Anonymous

      Looking forward to getting the short story–and can I post the poem on MLB? Jane

  • Mpacks

    What I see in this picture is the possibility of beauty of light. A sunset is at that time of day where endings occur. But, the rays that reach out and light the world in shades of colors you never really see anywhere else hold the hope of possibilities. Of light. Of beauty. An ending that promises a new beginning.

  • Lucie

    Beautiful picture and yes I hear it over and over again about relevant content and yada, yada, yada. However in a different vein I have content up the ying yang but it only seems relevant to me… and I am bitchy most days. I have to struggle to not string a bunch of “life” posts all in a row. Still working on how to do all of this but I have to admit, I am hooked.

    • Jane

      Lucie,
      I did relate to that “I am bitchy most days”. Check out my own response to the prompt. It made me wonder if other people are as grumpy as I am. Is it a character trait, this grumpy vision of mine–or a response to my life right now? I’m hoping the latter.

  • Jane

    Thanks, Cindy. I have taken photos of that view a lot of times of the year. I put them in a folder on Flickr that I believe I’ve called The Hand of God photos.

  • http://www.laferle.com Cindy

    Beautiful photo, Jane. I always think of autumn as being the sunset of the year, and this says it perfectly. .. though I am not sure when it was taken, season-wise. In response to what you posted here, I agree that it’s very hard to post daily. I’ve pulled back to once weekly. I also find it harder and harder to read all the blogs I want to read … I think we’re all struggling with ways to keep things interesting now that the novelty of blogging has worn off, and life just gets busier and busier.

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