Lauri Meyers .

I’ve been meaning to write this post for about a year. But… Well, I suppose writing it meant accepting a reality I wasn’t ready to embrace. Until now.  I used to write in the guest bedroom. I had a huge table to spread out all sorts of piles. I had a hutch with a rollout keyboard tray that stored mountains of binders. But more than all that, I often had a few blessed hours of peaceful quiet. When Covid hit, my husband got the guest room (you would have to call it office now as it no longer services guests) to set up shop when he started working from home. I’m not jealous or anything; he is the one supporting the family. I became a transient writer who floated from space to space trying to find comfort. I avoided the bedroom for some time, even going so far as to start a construction project to delay the inevitable.  Demolition Day!  My “Book Nook” reclaimed that hidden space in the attic of the first floor Eventually I settled in the bedroom. In October I decided I ...

Ciara Oneal and Kaitlyn Sanchez are hosting a Spring Fling gif challenge: 150 words of less story for kids inspired by a gif (y'know one of those little picture video doo dads) I've been working like a dog on a home improvement project (a more physical creativity perhaps) and could use a writing exercise to keep me in shape, so here goes! Here's my gif and 150 word story.  Muddy Monster By Lauri Meyers  A muddy monster trekked inside, With dirty pies to host a feast. Showed the gift, but Mommy cried, “Get out! Get out! You vicious beast!   Mother shooed it down the hall. Confused, the creature ran away. Stopped to hear the mother call, “Where’d my darling daughter stray?”   The monster looked at slimy feet, Considered grimy dripping shirt Normal self was clean and neat- But… a bit more dirt can’t hurt.   She dug a mine for worms and gold, Cooked a pot of mud and stewed, Ignored her name while hours rolled Until her belly growled for food.   She squelched u...