How’s your week been so far? Mine’s been pretty good, what with getting slightly more traction inside LinkedIn, linking up with other writers, and what-have-ya.
Let’s get to it.
If you’re new, you don’t know that today is Fabulous Fiction Friday (and now you do, so you’re not new anymore, which is entirely okay). And all that means a prompt for you, and me having fun with that prompt.
I was all hot to trot to write a post on LinkedIn about exclamation points in work emails, about how they have almost no place there or anywhere else (for reasons I’d reveal, and probably will do here and there, at some point), just like the article was going to say (or so I thought).
Turned out it was an article about women in the workplace. Which means I got the buzzer for being totally wrong (like when people screw up on Family Feud). All because I thought I knew what was going to be talked about.
So for this week’s Triple F, we’ve got:
A character is in an embarrassing situation because they thought something they heard or read meant something it really didn’t.
All right, and now we fiction (sometimes used as an action verb around here). There’s zero backstory and almost no plot to speak of, so you’ll have to do those, plus gender and how that all mixes in, on your own.
I wasn’t thinking of something like a text that says “I’ll be there at 8:00,” but you can if you want to. Or maybe the hazards of the auto-correct function (the bane of my existence ever since I tried texting or typing anything on a smartphone–I sound like I’m 105).
Or more along the lines of:
Chelsea goes to a planning meeting at work–to sketch out new thrusters for space vehicles to reach Alpha Centauri–only to find out that the “planning” has already been done, and they just need funding. How could we turn this into more than lugging sketching equipment somewhere for nothing? Is this taking time away from Chelsea’s other project–maybe a business she’s thinking of starting? Are businesses legal in this universe? There’s an interesting take for you…
Or maybe Ronnie goes to bed thinking “the deadline is next week” means exactly that, and he’s sweating his super-charged sweat glands out thinking about it, and what his boss really meant is “we’ll be planning out the deadline for next week.” A couple words Ronnie didn’t hear–and now he wasted time he could have used for tinkering with his time-travel ring (because he wants to see what life is like in 1840–because the best way to research something is in person).
Well, that’s enough to get the mental snowball rolling, I figure.
July 2017 is about over…Tuesday is August 1st. And I’ll still be here, don’t worry about that (closing out July on here will be pretty cool).
Make it a great weekend, with good memories, all right?
Until next time (and week),