Today’s morning prompt is croon. Come join us in Second Life® or work from home at 6am PST for 15 minutes of writing inspired by the word.
Please feel free to add your dash piece to the comments section of this blog post below.
FAQs
I found #dailydash/#writersdash on Twitter, what is it?
The Writers’ Dash (#writersdash or #dailydash on Twitter) is a 15-minute free writing exercise held on Twitter, Facebook and Second Life® every weekday. At 5:30am & 5:30pm PDT we share the word prompt on our social media channels; the live event begins in Second Life® at 6am & 6pm PDT. Write whatever comes to you. Don’t fixate too heavily on what you are writing and disengage your inner editor – the key is for you to get the words on the page first; you can worry about editing later. If you are attending the live event in Second Life® there will be an opportunity for you to show your work to the other participants after the 15 minutes are up. If you are unable to attend the live event you can share your work on our blog. Just look out for the prompt post and leave your dash piece as a comment.
Do I have to do the Writers’ Dash in Second Life®?
No, you can do it at home, if you prefer. We share the prompt word at 5:30am & 5:30pm PDT on Twitter and Facebook and start the timer in Second Life® at 6am/6pm PDT every weekday.
How do I join the live event in Second Life®?
You will first need to join Second Life® through the Second Life® website. Go to http://www.secondlife.com to start the process. It’s free to join.
Click on the JOIN NOW button and this will take you to the Registration screen. Here you simply fill in your personal details and choose a name and look for your avatar. Don’t worry too much about your avatar’s appearance as there will be plenty of opportunity to tweak it once you are inworld.
Once you have completed your Registration, you’ll be asked to download and install the Second Life® viewer to your computer. You will then be taken to a screen that allows you to choose which community gateway to enter. This is important as we want you to go through as smooth a transition as possible. Please choose the Caledon (Victorian Steampunk) Community Gateway. Once you have chosen the gateway you will find yourself appearing inworld at the University of Oxbridge in Caledon. Now begins your brief induction.
Follow the signs and read the information boards as you come to them. There is also a brief Second Life® tutorial provided on screen. Try and absorb as much information as possible but be mindful that you can always return to Caledon at a later date if there is something you feel you missed. At the very least try and understand the most important concepts such as how to move, how to talk and your camera controls.
Once you have completed the Orientation Tutorial you will need to find your way to Milk Wood. This is the sim that is home to Virtual Writers, Inc. At the bottom of your screen you will see a search tab. Click on this and look for Milk Wood. Now the teleporting fun begins. Click on ‘Teleport’ and you will be moved from your present location to our welcome area. Make sure you save the landmark so that you can easily return there.
We look forward to meeting you at one of our various daily writing events. Don’t forget to click on one of the group joiners so you can stay abreast of happenings in the writing community. You can also join Virtual Writers, Inc. through the search facility. Simply put Virtual Writers, Inc. under group search, click on the group name to bring up the profile screen. Then click ‘View Full Profile’ followed by ‘Join’.
About Virtual Writers, Inc.
Virtual Writers, Inc. is a free online writers’ community first established in 2007 and committed to showcasing established and emerging writers in a range of interactive and immersive environments. Here we learn to experiment with digital, social and virtual world platforms to push the creative envelope and develop a strong, unique voice.
We provide a wealth of opportunities for writers to meet other writers, share resources, access new markets, attend online writing events, workshops and interactive readings, and discover the best writers’ conferences, competitions, colonies and literary organisations.
If you want to become involved in an active writing community then visit us on Second Life® , our writers’ network, or our social media channels (Twitter, Facebook and Google+) and get interactive. To learn more about our services please contact us through our online contact form.
Whether you are dashing in Second Life®, on Twitter or Facebook we welcome your dashes in the comments section below.
come croon your brilliance
let me alone
hear the music of your genius
soft pliant romance to the mirror
of my thought
my expectation
in the answering echos
riding those long…
hammering
infinite long notes…
of Mind’s primal bitter sweet
conception
in one man
the one
the perfect
note
I
may
note
or being silent
of necesssity
stifled
at the fatal
baton break
that average stroke
I deafened
reach defeated
shall move on
©2012 Queen Bluestar
Croon
Croon gently like a mourning mother
Feel the pull of the moon as your days shorten
Love was a steamy car in a parking lot
Now the street murmurs like a dead river
Innocent as a stillborn
©2012 Harriet Gausman
Mara dressed to appeal to the visceral, “the quickest way to a man’s heart was directly through his rib cage,” she murmured happily to herself. Carefully placing the many small blades she considered the many options available to herself as she strutted out of the mayor’s chambers leaving the bag of pus drooling on his pillow.
As long as he upheld his end of the bargain and got her an audience with this Dark Paladin she would not have to skin him alive and make a bath rug from him. She giggled a bit at the thought, and made her way down the country road headed to the next town over to pay a visit to their mayor.
What luck a traveling minstrel was performing in the local theater and the mayor was in attendance. Local big wigs always wanted to demonstrate to their sheep how superior they were culturally. It was no trouble for her gaining entry to the theater, and locating the mayor, she laid the back of her hand across her lips to stifle a giggle.
He was as big as an ogre, would be a long night for her she knew, but relished the challenge. The minstrel was a bit of a crooner and Mara wished she had more time to finagle a private performance. She shook her head and muttered, “focus you little tramp, stay focused.” She boldly climbed the stairs to the mayor’s box and winked at the guards they didn’t even stop her, “what a travesty,” she thought.
The mayor smiled as she slid next to him, and he placed a very large hand on her outside hip and pulled her to him, his other hand deftly peeling the top of her dress from her body.
©2012 Doyle Slen
The piano whispered a string
Of soft murmurs intertwined.
The old pianist had long departed,
But the piano whispered on…
©2012 Lizzie Gudkov
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