Today’s morning prompt is guillotine. 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.
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Whether you are dashing in Second Life®, on Twitter or Facebook we welcome your dashes in the comments section below.
GULLOTINE
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Do flowers feel as it they’re going to be guillotined when they see us in the garden coming toward them with a pair of scissors?
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They ‘ve been doing their best to grow nicely with the water that comes as rain or from hoses and watering cans.
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Some have to rely on whatever nourishment there is, or isn’t, in their soil. Others live where there’s a concientious Gardener who feeds them various plant foods.
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Their growing sites range from ideal to adequate to poor, but they keep trying to grow their best.
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They provide nectar for various birds and insects,
pleasure to humans looking out on their gardens
—even when their “garden” is simply pots on the balcony,
homes for butterflies while incubating.
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If we humans tried as hard and as sincerely to do our best, this would would be a LOT more peaceful and beautiful.
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Franja Russell 9-27-2012
Fraternizing libertines
Gathered round the guillotines
Seldom saw such grizzly scenes
As censored from our magazines.
We’re hurt by what we do not know
By shots from where we dare not go
For covert op brings counterblow
And complex causes seldom show.
The web of spooks and finks and spies
The legislators telling lies
The industries that fund those guys
Call foul on me, who occupies.
I occupy a tiny space,
One tiny voice in one large race
I speak my piece and take my place
And make my stand to save my face.
I make my stand and sometimes fall
Burned out or battered in the brawl
But other like me hear the call.
One may be stopped, but never all.
The horror of solitude was dragged through the floor, the metallic sound of a lost soul. It longed for peace. It longed for time no more, lonely days and lonely nights of eternities unspoken. A forgotten, sacrificed and wasted life capitulated in helpless disdain.
©2012 Lizzie Gudkov
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