Monday, March 14, 2011

DAY TWO

DAY TWO:  WRITE ABOUT A TIME SOMEONE SAID NO
“A pregnant prom date?”  Catherine asked, somewhere between laughter and disbelief. 

“Yeah, and a dumped one at that.  Besides, the pregnant nun is so overdone, you know?”  Amy replied.  She hadn’t broken the news to her best friend yet; the news that she was now over four months pregnant.  “I’m even thinking of wearing it on the flight.  What do you think?”

“I think you’ll get the pat down for sure.  And even if you do only go through the scanner, how are you going to explain the fake belly?  Don’t you think that will raise some suspicions?” 

“I suppose you’re right.”  Amy couldn’t tell if she was serious or not, but she could definitely tell that Catherine wasn’t buying it.  Why hadn’t she already told her about the pregnancy.  Just because she knew about the baby didn’t mean she would have to know about the father.  Catherine was her best friend, she really would understand.  She might even understand if she knew it was Chris. 

The silence must have dragged on for a little too long because Amy’s thoughts were interrupted with, “Are you still there?”

“Yeah, I’m here.”  Amy replied with a sigh.  “Listen, I have to tell you something.  It’s something I would never normally tell you over the phone, but I don’t see a way around it.”

“Did Tim come to his senses, crawl back to you and finally propose?”  Catherine interrupted.

“Uh, no,” Amy said with a bit of a sarcastic laugh.  “Actually it has nothing to do with Tim.  And it’s something I should have told you a long time ago, but I just didn’t know how.  I… ”

“Well spit it out already, you’re starting to make me nervous!”

“I’m pregnant.” 

Now it was Catherine’s turn to be silent.  After a short pause though, she asked the most logical question – and the one that Amy was dreading.  “Who’s the father?” 

Of course Catherine knew that Tim was no longer able to father children.  Having four from his previous marriage and believing he was done, he had gotten a vasectomy before he and Amy met.  “I can’t tell you that.”  Amy replied.  “I haven’t told the father, and I don’t think it would be right if I told you first.”

But Catherine didn’t let it go.  “Well is it someone new you’re seeing?  Do I know him?”
“No, it’s no one new I’m seeing.  I would have told you that!”  She instantly winced.  She’d kept this secret from Catherine, would she trust her not to keep others?  “I’m sorry.  I know I should have told you about this when I found out.  Please believe me when I say it’s complicated, and I just haven’t felt like telling much of anyone.”

“Does Tim know?  Is that why you guys broke it off?”

“Yes, he knows.  But it was my decision to leave, remember?”

“Wait, you said you should have told me a long time ago.  How long have you known?  How long have you been pregnant?”

“Slow down there,” Amy said, reeling her friend in.  “I’ve known for a couple of months.  And as for your second question; I got pregnant shortly after your wedding.”

“Oh my gosh!  You’re almost 5 months pregnant?”  Amy could tell Catherine was trying to sound indignant, but her excitement was showing.  “Seriously, when were you going to tell me?”

“I suppose I was waiting until I told the father.” Which means she would have found out the day after never Amy thought.  “And before you ask, let me tell you again:  it’s complicated.  I was still dating Tim at the time.  Last I knew, he was involved with someone too.  It was a one time thing, and it just happened to be the right time.  I haven’t even decided whether or not to tell him.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me”

……………. (Why did I start this far back in the scene!?!?!!)…………………….

It had been a long time since Amy had felt this miserable.  Obviously it was too early to be feeling that pregnancy glow everyone was always raving about.  Instead it was the middle of her second trimester, when she was too big for regular clothes, but too small to look anything but frumpy in maternity wear.  Her feet had suddenly ballooned to a half size more than their normal one and she was so tired.  Now here she was standing at the “bar” mixing drinks (because she might have been the only one sober enough to do so by that point).  She’d tried dancing with the rest of the Halloween party goers but she could barely find the energy to get through one tune.  Now not only was she a pregnant girl dumped on prom, but her costume had grown to include “wallflower” in the title as well. 

She really wasn’t that miserable.  Or at least she hadn’t been that miserable until Catherine had told her what Chris was about to do.  He and his date, Carrie, had arrived an hour earlier.  At first, she wasn’t sure he recognized her.  Then she wasn’t sure he wanted to talk to her.  After all, it had been almost 5 months since the two had spoken.  It wasn’t for a lack of him trying, though.  Oh, he’d called, he’d emailed.  He’d even had their friends mention his name to her.  Finally, after a few weeks, Amy had sent him an email letting him know their time together had been a mistake.  That even though she had enjoyed the week they spent together, and admittedly they had a wonderful time together, they were neither in the right place to pursue anything more. 

Now here he was, with his dark haired, petite girlfriend named Carrie.  They had arrived dressed as a pair of snow-bunnies, in both senses of the word.  Chris was the animal kingdom variety with a white bunny costume that looked like it belonged in the middle of a grassy field with colored eggs and a giant basket.  He was wearing a scarf, goggles and boots though to indicate the “snow” portion of the idea.  Somehow even in that ridiculous get up, Chris seemed more ready for the slopes than Carrie did.  Who could believe anyone would go skiing in a short, white mini dress and 3 inch wedge heeled boots?  Jealousy is a mean monster and apparently it bites harder on pregnant women.

According to Catherine, this wasn’t the only costume he’d be wearing tonight.  Right now, Chris was upstairs changing into something else.  When he got downstairs (with Tom’s help) he would be dressed in a box.  A big box with an even bigger blue bow.  Inside, Chris would be surrounded by a big gold ring.  More importantly he would be holding a small gold ring.  That small ring would have a diamond on it.  All of this would be directed, of course, to Carrie.  It wasn’t as if Amy wanted Chris to be proposing to her, but she wasn’t sure she wanted him to be marrying someone else either.  Especially while she was carrying his baby.  Of course, since she hadn’t told him that yet, she could only blame herself. 

Just then she heard, before she saw, a telltale thump coming down the stairs. 

(this started out as the story in which Carrie turns down Chris’s proposal, but I didn’t have time to make it that far)

Friday, January 1, 2010

the posts

the posts


DAY ONE:  Write about Sunday Afternoon

DAY TWO:  WRITE ABOUT A TIME SOMEONE SAID NO

DAY THREE:  YOU'RE STANDING IN A DOORWAY

DAY FOUR:  "A YEAR AFTER YOUR DEATH,..."  (after Czelaw Milosz)

DAY FIVE:  WRITE ABOUT A DAY MOON

DAY SIX:  WRITE ABOUT BATHING

DAY SEVEN:  ONCE, WHEN NO ONE WAS LOOKING

DAY EIGHT:  IT'S WHAT I DO IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

DAY NINE:  WRITE ABOUT A CEREMONY

DAY TEN:  WRITE ABOUT A WOUND

DAY ELEVEN:  YOU'RE IN A MOTEL ROOM

DAY TWELVE:  WRITE ABOUT ACCEPTABLE LOSSES

DAY THIRTEEN:  AFTER MIDNIGHT.

DAY FOURTEEN:  WRITE ABOUT THE HORIZON

DAY FIFTEEN:  IT'S SATURDAY AFTERNOON.  YOU'RE NOT AT HOME. 

DAY SIXTEEN:  WRITE ABOUT A BED

DAY SEVENTEEN:  WRITE ABOUT A TIME YOU FOUND OUT ABOUT SOMETHING YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO KNOW.

DAY EIGHTEEN:  "IT WAS NOON AND NOTHING IS CONCLUDED."  (after Donald Rawley)

DAY NINETEEN:  REMEMBER A SOUND

DAY TWENTY:  LOOK OUT YOUR WINDOW; WRITE WHAT YOU SEE

DAY TWENTY-ONE:  WRITE ABOUT SOMETHING YOU BOUGHT MAIL ORDER

DAY TWENTY-TWO:  IN THE MEANTIME...

DAY TWENTY-THREE:  WRITE A LOVE LETTER.  TO ANYONE.

DAY TWENTY-FOUR:  WRITE ABOUT LEAVING

DAY TWENTY-FIVE:  SHADOWS

DAY TWEMTY-SIX:  DESCRIBE THE CONTENTS OF SOMEONE'S CLOSET

DAY TWEMTY-SEVEN:  WRITE ABOUT A USED CAR

DAY TWEMTY-EIGHT:  WRITE ABOUT "THE SKY YOU WERE BORN UNDER" (after Joy Harjo)

DAY TWEMTY-NINE:  THE END OF THE DAY

DAY THIRTY:  WRITE ABOUT A FORBIDDEN ACTIVITY

DAY THIRTY-ONE:  "THE FIRST TIME I WORE _____________"

DAY THIRTY-TWO:  WRITE ABOUT A KISS

DAY THIRTY-THREE:  FIND YOU WAY IN A CITY

DAY THIRTY-FOUR:  THESE ARE THE THINGS WOMEN KNOW ABOUT LOVE.

DAY THIRTY-FIVE:  WRITE ABOUT A BLACK-AND-WHITE PHOTOGRAPH

DAY THIRTY-SIX:  "WHEN I AWOKE THE NEXT MORNING"

DAY THIRTY-SEVEN:  WRITE ABOUT A STRANGER

DAY THIRTY-EIGHT:  "EVERYBODY LOVES THE SOUND OF A TRAIN IN THE DISTANCE.  EVERYBODY THINkS IT'S TRUE." (after Paul Simon)

DAY THIRTY-NINE  WRITE ABOUT A RIVER

DAY FORTY:  WRITE ABOUT A WILD-EYED DREAM

DAY FORTY-ONE:  YOU HEAR CHURCH BELLS IN THE DISTANCE

DAY FORTY-TWO:  THIS IS HOW MY HEART WAS BROKEN

DAY FORTY-THREE:  WRITE YOUR MORNING

DAY FORTY-FOUR:  YOU'RE MOVING IN TO A NEW HOUSE;  WRITE ABOUT THE PEOPLE OR PERSON WHO LIVED THERE BEFORE YOU

DAY FORTY-FIVE:  WRITE ABOUT THE NIGHT SKY

DAY FORTY-SIX:  WRITE ABOUT A BRIEF ENCOUNTER

DAY FORTY-SEVEN:  SOMEONE GAVE YOU FLOWERS.

DAY FORTY-EIGHT:  OPEN THE BOX

DAY FORTY-NINE:  BLUE - THE COLOR OR THE EMOTION

DAY FIFTY:  WRITE ABOUT A QUILT OR BLANKET

DAY FIFTY-ONE:  CLOSE YOUR EYES.  WRITE ABOUT WHAT YOU SEE

DAY FIFTY-TWO:  SOMEONE'S PLAYING THE RADIO

DAY FIFTY-THREE:  WRITE ABOUT A TATTOO

DAY FIFTY-FOUR:  THESE ARE THE PLEASURES I HAVE KNOWN

DAY FIFTY-FIVE:  ONCE, IN THE MIDST OF ALL THE RECKLESSNESS...

DAY FIFTY-SIX:  "BY THE SEA, BENEATH THE YELLOW AND SAGGING MOON."  (after Walt Whitman)

DAY FIFTY-SEVEN:  THE LAST TIME

DAY FIFTY-EIGHT:  WRITE ABOUT FIREWORKS

DAY FIFTY-NINE:  WHAT IF...

DAY SIXTY:  WRITE ABOUT HAIR

DAY SIXTY-ONE:  THIS MUCH IS KNOWN

DAY SIXTY-TWO:  YOU SEE A SHOOTING STAR

DAY SIXTY-THREE:  "AT 5 IN THE AFTERNOON." (after Federico Garcia Lorca)

DAY SIXTY-FOUR:  WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?

DAY SIXTY-FIVE:  WRITE ABOUT SOMEONE WHO LEFT

DAY SIXTY-SIX:  WRITE ABOUT A TIME YOU WON.  BIG.

DAY SIXTY-SEVEN:  NIGHT

DAY SIXTY-EIGHT:  WRITE ABOUT A SECRET REVEALED

DAY SIXTY-NINE:  GIVE ME A MOON STORY

DAY SEVENTY:  "YOU HAVE STAYED TOO LONG"

DAY SEVENTY-ONE:  WRITE ABOUT STEALING SOMETHING. 

DAY SEVENTY-TWO:  WRITE ABOUT A LONGING

DAY SEVENTY-THREE:  WRITE ABOUT A JUSTIFIABLE SIN

DAY SEVENTY-FOUR:  "IF I HAD MY WAY..."

DAY SEVENTY-FIVE:  WRITE ABOUT SMALL INJURIES

DAY SEVENTY-SIX:  ON THE EVE OF THE FUNERAL

DAY SEVENTY-SEVEN:  WRITE ABOUT PROMISES THAT WERE BROKEN

DAY SEVENTY-EIGHT:  YOU'RE IN THE BACKSEAT OF A TAXI

DAY SEVENTY-NINE:  THIS IS A MAP TO WHERE I LIVE

DAY EIGHTY:  WRITE ABOUT A FORTUNE-TELLER

DAY EIGHTY-ONE:  WRITE ABOUT TAKING THE LONG WAY AROUND

DAY EIGHTY-TWO:  "I REMEMBER HOW IT WAS TO DRIVE IN GRAVEL"  (after Theodore Roethke)

DAY EIGHTY-THREE:  WRITE ABOUT GETTING CAUGHT IN THE ACT

DAY EIGHTY-FOUR:  WRITE WHAT YOU DIDN'T DO.

DAY EIGHTY-FIVE:  THERE WERE SIGNS AND SIGNALS.

DAY EIGHTY-SIX:  WRITE ABOUT MEMORIES UNDERFOOT

DAY EIGHTY-SEVEN:  "THE LAST TIME I SAW _,"

DAY EIGHTY-EIGHT:  WRITE ABOUT SOMETHING ASTONISHING.

DAY EIGHTY-NINE:  "SO THESE WERE MY FRIENDS..." (after John Balaban)

DAY NINETY:  :EVERY MORNING...

DAY NINETY-ONE:  YOUR IN A GROCERY STORE

DAY NINETY-TWO:  "I WOULD LIKE TO MAKE AN EXCHANGE"

DAY NINETY-THREE:  WRITE ABOUT YOUR MOTHER'S COOKING

DAY NINETY-FOUR:  IT WAS A RAINY DAY

DAY NINETY-FIVE:  WRITE ABOUT EATING A MEAL

DAY NINETY-SIX:  WRITE WHAT YOU'LL MISS WHEN YOU DIE

DAY NINETY-SEVEN:  WRITE ABOUT A TOWN YOU PASSED THROUGH

DAY NINETY-EIGHT:  WRITE ABOUT YOUR FATHER'S HANDS

DAY NINETY-NINE:  YOU'RE ASLEEP.  YOU'RE NOT AT HOME.

DAY ONE HUNDRED:"I STILL DON'T KNOW..."

DAY ONE HUNDRED ONE:  4/11 WRITE ABOUT A BODY PART

DAY ONE HUNDRED TWO:  DUBIOUS INTENTIONS

DAY ONE HUNDRED THREE:  WRITE ABOUT A TIME YOU CHANGED YOUR MIND

DAY ONE HUNDRED FOUR:  WRITE ABOUT SLUMMING

DAY ONE HUNDRED FIVE:  THESE ARE THE THINGS WOMEN DON'T KNOW ABOUT LOVE

DAY ONE HUNDRED SIX:  WRITE ABOUT FALLING FROM GRACE

DAY ONE HUNDRED SEVEN:  WRITE ABOUT WHAT'S UNDER YOUR HOUSE

DAY ONE HUNDRED EIGHT:  JUST BEYOND TH EDGE OF THE WOODS

DAY ONE HUNDRED NINE:  WRITE ABOUT A TIME YOU DID SOMETHING YOU DIDN'T WANT TO DO

DAY ONE HUNDRED TEN:  WRITE ABOUT MEETING SOMEONE FOR THE FIRST TIME

DAY ONE HUNDRED ELEVEN:  SOMETHING SEEMED DIFFERENT

DAY ONE HUNDRED TWELVE:  THIS IS NOT ABOUT...

DAY ONE HUNDRED THIRTEEN:  ONE THING CAN'T BE DENIED

DAY ONE HUNDRED FOURTEEN:  WRITE ABOUT A YEAR AGO

DAY ONE HUNDRED FIFTEEN:  YOU HEAR MUSIC IN THE BACKGROUND

DAY ONE HUNDRED SIXTEEN:  ONCE, WITH ANOTHER WOMAN...

DAY ONE HUNDRED SEVENTEEN:  "I CAN NEVER SAY QUITE AS MUCH AS I KNOW."  (after Robert Olen Butler)

DAY ONE HUNDRED EIGHTEEN:  WRITE ABOUT A TIME YOU WANTED TO LEAVE, BU7T COULDN'T

DAY ONE HUNDRED NINETEEN:  WRITE ABOUT SECRETS REVEALED

DAY ONE HUNDRED TWENTY:  WRITE ABOUT AN INJURY

DAY ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-ONE:  WRITE ABOUT CIRCLING THE EDGE

DAY ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-TWO:  WRITE ABOUT FALLING

DAY ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-THREE:  WRITE ABOUT A SIN

DAY ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-FOUR:  "WHY NOT?..."

DAY ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-FIVE:  WEARING THAT RING...

DAY ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-SIX:  I CAN IMAGINE

DAY ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-SEVEN:  "SOME THINGS YOU'LL NEVER FORGET"

DAY ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-EIGHT:  WRITE ABOUT A COLD SNAP

DAY ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-NINE:  WRITE ABOUT A PREMONITION

DAY ONE HUNDRED THIRTY:  "IT'S ALL YOU COULD EXPECT"

DAY ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-ONE:  WRITE ABOUT A TIME YOU GAVE SOMEONE A PRESENT

DAY ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-TWO:  I CAN'T REMEMBER

DAY ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-THREE:  "EVEN AFTER MY DEATH" (After Maria Luisa Spaziani))

DAY ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-FOUR:  WRITE ABOUT ABANDONED HOUSES

DAY ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-FIVE:  WRITE ABOUT A REFLECTION

DAY ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-SIX:  TEN YEARS AGO...

DAY ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-SEVEN:  YOU'RE IN A HOTEL LOBBY

DAY ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-EIGHT:  WRITE ABOUT A PLACE YOU KNOW, BUT NOT WELL

DAY ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-NINE:  ONE DAY,...

DAY ONE HUNDRED FORTY:  WRITE ABOUT EBB TIDE

DAY ONE HUNDRED FORTY-ONE:  IT'S TOO SOON TO TELL

DAY ONE HUNDRED FORTY-TWO:  WRITE ABOUT PREDICTABILITY

DAY ONE HUNDRED FORTY-THREE:  ROAD MAPS

DAY ONE HUNDRED FORTY-FOUR:  WRITE ABOUT SOMETHING YOU SEE EVERYDAY

DAY ONE HUNDRED FORTY-FIVE:  YOU'RE LISTENING TO THE RADIO

DAY ONE HUNDRED FORTY-SIX:  "AND IT WAS AT THAT AGE..." (after Pablo Neruda)

DAY ONE HUNDRED FORTY-SEVEN:  IT'S SNOWING

DAY ONE HUNDRED FORTY-EIGHT:  WRITE ABOUT A TIME SOMEONE SAID YES

DAY ONE HUNDRED FORTY-NINE:  BEFORE I WAS BORN

DAY ONE HUNDRED FIFTY:  IF I COULD DO IT OVER AGAIN

DAY ONE HUNDRED FIFTY-ONE:  YOU HEAR A SIREN

DAY ONE HUNDRED FIFTY-TWO:  WRITE ABOUT SOMETHING TO HOLD ON TO

DAY ONE HUNDRED FIFTY-THREE:  WRITE ABOUT A SILENCE

DAY ONE HUNDRED FIFTY-FOUR:  ONCE, WHEN I WAS...

DAY ONE HUNDRED FIFTY-FIVE:  WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FOR?

DAY ONE HUNDRED FIFTY-SIX:  WRITE ABOUT SMALL REGRETS

DAY ONE HUNDRED FIFTY-SEVEN:  YOU ARE STANDING ON ONE SIDE OF A CLOSED DOOR

DAY ONE HUNDRED FIFTY-EIGHT:  WRITE ABOUT SOMETHING THAT CAME IN A BOX

DAY ONE HUNDRED FIFTY-NINE:  THIS IS THE VOICE OF MY BODY

DAY ONE HUNDRED SIXTY:  RISING EARLY TO BEGIN THE JOURNEY

DAY ONE HUNDRED SIXTY-ONE:   WRITE ABOUT A COMPROMISE

DAY ONE HUNDRED SIXTY-TWO:  WRITE ABOUT MISTAKEN IDENTITY

DAY ONE HUNDRED SIXTY-THREE:  "AFTERWARD, I THOUGHT ABOUT..."

DAY ONE HUNDRED SIXTY-FOUR:  THESE WERE THE DOUBTS I HAD

DAY ONE HUNDRED SIXTY-FIVE:  WRITE ABOUT A DINNER PARTY

DAY ONE HUNDRED SIXTY-SIX:  WHEN THE DUST SETTLES

DAY ONE HUNDRED SIXTY-SEVEN:  WRITE ABOUT AN ISLAND

DAY ONE HUNDRED SIXTY-EIGHT:  IT'S WHO YOU MET AT A PARTY

DAY ONE HUNDRED SIXTY-NINE:  OUT OF THE CORNER OF MY EYES

DAY ONE HUNDRED SEVENTY:  IN THE HEAT OF THE  AFTERNOON

DAY ONE HUNDRED SEVENTY-ONE:  SOMEONE'S PLAYING THE PIANO

DAY ONE HUNDRED SEVENTY-TWO:  WRITE ABOUT A PAIR OF SHOES

DAY ONE HUNDRED SEVENTY-THREE:  WRITE ABOUT A LETTER

DAY ONE HUNDRED SEVENTY-FOUR:  WRITE ABOUT AN HOUR OF THE DAY

DAY ONE HUNDRED SEVENTY-FIVE:  THIS IS WHAT YOU CAN SEE BY STARLIGHT

DAY ONE HUNDRED SEVENTY-SIX:  IT WAS SUNDAY, THE TIME IT HAPPENED

DAY ONE HUNDRED SEVENTY-SEVEN:  WRITE ABOUT THE MAKING OF BEDS

DAY ONE HUNDRED SEVENTY-EIGHT:  THIS IS WHERE I WENT WRONG

DAY ONE HUNDRED SEVENTY-NINE:  WRITE ABOUT SMALL CHANGE

DAY ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY:  WRITE ABOUT HIGH TIDE

DAY ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY-ONE:  "LONG AFTERWARD, I CAME UPON IT AGAIN..." (after Collette)

DAY ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY-TWO:  THE POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS

DAY ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY-THREE:  THESE WERE THE FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS

DAY ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY-FOUR:  WRITE ABOUT THE INEVITABLE

DAY ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY-FIVE:  WRITE ABOUT A VOICE

DAY ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY-SIX:  WRITE ABOUT A TIME YOU CRIED

DAY ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY-SEVEN:  SO IT HAS COME TO THIS

DAY ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY-EIGHT:  IT WAS HIS IDEA OF A GOOD TIME

DAY ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY-NINE:  WRITE ABOUT A GATE

DAY ONE HUNDRED NINETY:  WRITE ABOUT WHAT YOU WANTED TO DO

DAY ONE HUNDRED NINETY-ONE:  WRITE ABOUT A POSTCARD

DAY ONE HUNDRED NINETY-TWO:  IT WAS AS IF...

DAY ONE HUNDRED NINETY-THREE:  "THROW AWAY THE LIGHTS, THE DEFINITIONS/AND SAY OF WHAT YOU SEE IN THE DARK" (after Wallace Stevens)

DAY ONE HUNDRED NINETY-FOUR:  WRITE ABOUT A THEFT

DAY ONE HUNDRED NINETY-FIVE:  WRITE ABOUT AN EPIPHANY

DAY ONE HUNDRED NINETY-SIX:  IT WAS THAT KIND OF DAY

DAY ONE HUNDRED NINETY-SEVEN:  HALF AN HOUR BEFORE SUNRISE

DAY ONE HUNDRED NINETY-EIGHT:  IN A STATE OF DISARRAY

DAY ONE HUNDRED NINETY-NINE:  WRITE ABOUT A RECURRING DREAM

DAY TWO HUNDRED:  WRITE ABOUT A TIME YOU GOT WHAT YOU WANTED

DAY TWO HUNDRED ONE:  WRITE ABOUT PASSING TIME

DAY TWO HUNDRED TWO:  WRITE ABOUT PACKING A SUITCASE

DAY TWO HUNDRED THREE:  THE FIRST TIME I SAW _________________

DAY TWO HUNDRED FOUR:  WRITE ABOUT BEING LATE

DAY TWO HUNDRED FIVE:  WRITE ABOUT A CONVERSATION

DAY TWO HUNDRED SIX:  WRITE ABOUT ASKING FOR MERCY

DAY TWO HUNDRED SEVEN:  A FREE-FOR-ALL

DAY TWO HUNDRED EIGHT:  YOU'RE IN A MOVIE THEATER

DAY TWO HUNDRED NINE:  EVERY NIGHT

DAY TWO HUNDRED TEN:  WRITE ABOUT A SCENT

DAY TWO HUNDRED ELEVEN:  WRITE ABOUT AN ECLIPSE

DAY TWO HUNDRED TWELVE:  SOMEBODY MAKES A PROMISE

DAY TWO HUNDRED THIRTEEN:  WRITE ABOUT A TOOL

DAY TWO HUNDRED FOURTEEN:  WRITE ABOUT A TIME YOU WERE MISUNDERSTOOD

DAY TWO HUNDRED FIFTEEN:  WRITE ABOUT A BEDROOM

DAY TWO HUNDRED SIXTEEN:  IF ONLY...

DAY TWO HUNDRED SEVENTEEN:  WRITE ABOUT A SUMMER NIGHT

DAY TWO HUNDRED EIGHTEEN:  "I WAS LISTENING TO SOMETHING I HEARD BEFORE"

DAY TWO HUNDRED NINETEEN:  SOMEONE IS CALLING YOUR NAME

DAY TWO HUNDRED TWENTY:  WRITE ABOUT SOMETHING THAT WAS STOLEN

DAY TWO HUNDRED TWENTY-ONE:  ON THE OTHER SIDE

DAY TWO HUNDRED TWENTY-TWO:  I'VE NEVER SEEN THIS BEFORE

DAY TWO HUNDRED TWENTY-THREE:  THIS IS WHAT THE NEIGHBORS SAY

DAY TWO HUNDRED TWENTY-FOUR:  WRITE ABOUT SOMETHING THAT  MADE YOU CRY

DAY TWO HUNDRED TWENTY-FIVE:  AND WHEN AUTUMN FINALLY ARRIVED

DAY TWO HUNDRED TWENTY-SIX:  WRITE ABOUT THE CARELESS DAYS

DAY TWO HUNDRED TWENTY-SEVEN:  AFTERSHOCKS OF THE FULL MOON

DAY TWO HUNDRED TWENTY-EIGHT:  "SLEEPING WHERE I FALL" (after Peter Coyote)

DAY TWO HUNDRED TWENTY-NINE:  NOTHING HAS CHANGED

DAY TWO HUNDRED THIRTY:  AT THE OTHER END OF THE STREET

DAY TWO HUNDRED THIRTY-ONE:  WRITE ABOUT THE SILENT TREATMENT

DAY TWO HUNDRED THIRTY-TWO:  WRITE ABOUT STEALING TIME 

DAY TWO HUNDRED THIRTY-THREE:  WRITE ABOUT AN OVERHEARD REMARK

DAY TWO HUNDRED THIRTY-FOUR:  YOU PICKED UP A HITCHHIKER

DAY TWO HUNDRED THIRTY-FIVE:  SOMETHING'S BURNING

DAY TWO HUNDRED THIRTY-SIX:  WRITE ABOUT BEING ON THE INSIDE

DAY TWO HUNDRED THIRTY-SEVEN:  WRITE ABOUT THE MORNING AFTER

DAY TWO HUNDRED THIRTY-EIGHT:  WRITE ABOUT WHAT HAS YET TO HAPPEN

DAY TWO HUNDRED THIRTY-NINE:  YOU ARE IN THE BACKYARD

DAY TWO HUNDRED FORTY:  WRITE ABOUT A DANGEROUS RIDE

DAY TWO HUNDRED FORTY-ONE:  MY MOTHER ONCE TOLD ME...

DAY TWO HUNDRED FORTY-TWO:  "...AND HER RED HAIR LIT THE WALL."  (after Victor Hugo)

DAY TWO HUNDRED FORTY-THREE:  "IT'S MY BELIEF WE'RE ALL CRAZY"  (after Trudy, the bag lady)

DAY TWO HUNDRED FORTY-FOUR:  WRITE A DECEMBER MEMORY

DAY TWO HUNDRED FORTY-FIVE:  "IT WAS SUNDAY MORNING." (after Sharon Olds)

DAY TWO HUNDRED FORTY-SIX:  WRITE ABOUT YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD AT 5 PM.

DAY TWO HUNDRED FORTY-SEVEN:  YOU EAVESDROP ON A CONVERSATION. WHAT DO YOU HEAR?

DAY TWO HUNDRED FORTY-EIGHT:  THE TIME BETWEEN DUSK AND DAWN

DAY TWO HUNDRED FORTY-NINE:  WRITE ABOUT A FRAGRANCE

DAY TWO HUNDRED FIFTY:  WRITE ABOUT A PLACE YOU LONG FOR

DAY TWO HUNDRED FIFTY-ONE:  __________________ IS THE COLOR I REMEMBER

DAY TWO HUNDRED FIFTY-TWO:  WRITE ABOUT A CAR TRIP

DAY TWO HUNDRED FIFTY-THREE:  WRITE ABOUT A TIME SOMEONE WENT TOO FAR 

DAY TWO HUNDRED FIFTY-FOUR:  I DON'T REMEMBER

DAY TWO HUNDRED FIFTY-FIVE: IN A CEMETERY

DAY TWO HUNDRED FIFTY-SIX:  THERE'S A BAR IN AUSTIN, TEXAS, CALLED "JAKE'S PLACE"

DAY TWO HUNDRED FIFTY-SEVEN:  WRITE ABOUT SOMEONE WHO SINNED

DAY TWO HUNDRED FIFTY-EIGHT:  "FOR AS LONG AS SHE LIVES, AND PROBABLY LONGER, SHE WILL NEVER FORGET HIS FACE."  (after Alison Moor)

DAY TWO HUNDRED FIFTY-NINE:  WRITE ABOUT SOMETHING YOU WOULD DO DIFFERENTLY

DAY TWO HUNDRED SIXTY:  WRITE ABOUT A PURCHASE

DAY TWO HUNDRED SIXTY-ONE:  IT'S RAINING NOW.

DAY TWO HUNDRED SIXTY-TWO:  WRITE ABOUT A TIME SOMEONE LOST CONTROL

DAY TWO HUNDRED SIXTY-THREE:  ACCEPT LOSS FOREVER (after Jack Kerouac)

DAY TWO HUNDRED SIXTY-FOUR:  WRITE A DAYDREAM

DAY TWO HUNDRED SIXTY-FIVE:  "IN THE BLUE NIGHT FROZE HAZE..."  (after Gary Snyder)

DAY TWO HUNDRED SIXTY-SIX:  WRITE ABOUT A TIME SOMEONE SURPRISED YOU.

DAY TWO HUNDRED SIXTY-SEVEN:  WRITE ABOUT A DOOR KEY

DAY TWO HUNDRED SIXTY-EIGHT:  WRITE ABOUT A SIMPLE PLEASURE

DAY TWO HUNDRED SIXTY-NINE:  NIGHT IS FALLING.  YOU ARE NOT AT HOME.

DAY TWO HUNDRED SEVENTY:  WRITE ABOUT A TIME THE LIGHTS WENT OUT

DAY TWO HUNDRED SEVENTY-ONE:  WRITE ABOUT A TIME YOU DID SOMETHING OUT OF SUPERSTITION

DAY TWO HUNDRED SEVENTY-TWO:  THE NIGHT WON'T SAVE ANYONE

DAY TWO HUNDRED SEVENTY-THREE:  WRITE ABOUT A RENDEZVOUS

DAY TWO HUNDRED SEVENTY-FOUR:  ON THE NIGHT TRAIN TO _______________

DAY TWO HUNDRED SEVENTY-FIVE:  WRITE ABOUT NEVER AND ALWAYS

DAY TWO HUNDRED SEVENTY-SIX:  WRITE ABOUT TAKING A DETOUR

DAY TWO HUNDRED SEVENTY-SEVEN:  THREE THINGS MY FATHER TOLD ME

DAY TWO HUNDRED SEVENTY-EIGHT:  WRITE ABOUT A FRAGMENT

DAY TWO HUNDRED SEVENTY-NINE:  WRITE ABOUT SMALL MISTAKES

DAY TWO HUNDRED EIGHTY:  IN A CAFE

DAY TWO HUNDRED EIGHTY-ONE:  LOSING CONTROL

DAY TWO HUNDRED EIGHTY-TWO:  “________ ARE MY WEAKNESSES" (after Pam Houston)

DAY TWO HUNDRED EIGHTY-THREE:  "IN THOSE DAYS..." (after Roger Aplon)

DAY TWO HUNDRED EIGHTY-FOUR:  IT WAS AS FAR AS I COULD GO

DAY TWO HUNDRED EIGHTY-FIVE:  WRITE A SUMMER MEMORY

DAY TWO HUNDRED EIGHTY-SIX:  WRITE ABOUT A PILLOW

DAY TWO HUNDRED EIGHTY-SEVEN:  WRITE ABOUT BEING IN A CLOSED SPACE

DAY TWO HUNDRED EIGHTY-EIGHT:  WRITE ABOUT PROMISES MADE

DAY TWO HUNDRED EIGHTY-NINE:  YOU'RE DRIVING IN YOUR CAR

DAY TWO HUNDRED NINETY:  WHEN I OPENED MY MOUTH TO SING

DAY TWO HUNDRED NINETY-ONE:  WRITE ABOUT A HIDEOUT

DAY TWO HUNDRED NINETY-TWO:  WRITE ABOUT JEALOUSY

DAY TWO HUNDRED NINETY-THREE:  SOMEONE SAYS, "CAN I SEE YOU IN THE KITCHEN?"

DAY TWO HUNDRED NINETY-FOUR:  WRITE ABOUT A BRUISE

DAY TWO HUNDRED NINETY-FIVE:  I COME FROM ...

DAY TWO HUNDRED NINETY-SIX:  THESE ARE THE LIES I TOLD YOU

DAY TWO HUNDRED NINETY-SEVEN:  THERE IS A PLACE CALLED ______.

DAY TWO HUNDRED NINETY-EIGHT:  WRITE ABOUT SMALL SCRAPES AND BRUISES

DAY TWO HUNDRED NINETY-NINE:  WRITE ABOUT "WHAT GOES WITHOUT SAYING"

DAY THREE HUNDRED:  WRITE WHAT THE DARKNESS PROPOSES

DAY THREE HUNDRED ONE:  "IT WAS A SUMMER OF BLUE-BLACK NIGHTS" (after Don DeLillo)

DAY THREE HUNDRED TWO:  "I'M AT A LOSS..."

DAY THREE HUNDRED THREE:  "WHAT WILL HAPPEN CAN'T BE STOPPED"  (AFTER ANN BEATTIE)

DAY THREE HUNDRED FOUR:  WRITE ABOUT SOMEONE WHO HAS PASSED TO THE OTHER SIDE.

DAY THREE HUNDRED FIVE:  WRITE ABOUT CASTING A SPELL

DAY THREE HUNDRED SIX:  I DREAMED ____________

DAY THREE HUNDRED SEVEN:  WRITE ABOUT YEARNING

DAY THREE HUNDRED EIGHT:  THE SUN IS RISING

DAY THREE HUNDRED NINE:  WRITE ABOUT DIVINE INTERVENTION

DAY THREE HUNDRED TEN:  YOU'RE EATING BREAKFAST

DAY THREE HUNDRED ELEVEN:  SECRETLY, I KNOW MY NAME IS ______________

DAY THREE HUNDRED TWELVE:  WRITE ABOUT ELECTRICITY N THE AIR

DAY THREE HUNDRED THIRTEEN:  IT'S WHAT I DO AT 2:30 IN THE MORNING WHEN I CAN'T SLEEP

DAY THREE HUNDRED FOURTEEN:  WRITE ABOUT WHERE RIVERS JOIN

DAY THREE HUNDRED FIFTEEN:  WRITE ABOUT A SONG YOU LOVE

DAY THREE HUNDRED SIXTEEN:  THIS IS WHAT CAN HAPPEN WHEN ______________

DAY THREE HUNDRED SEVENTEEN:  REMEMBER AN AFTERNOON

DAY THREE HUNDRED EIGHTEEN:  "THE WINDOW HAD OTHER VIEWS." (after Wislawa Szymborska)

DAY THREE HUNDRED NINETEEN:  WRITE ABOUT WHAT'S OBVIOUS

DAY THREE HUNDRED TWENTY:  WRITE ABOUT THE LAST NIGHT OF ____________

DAY THREE HUNDRED TWENTY-ONE:  WRITE OF SOMETHING DONE IN A SMALL MOMENT

DAY THREE HUNDRED TWENTY-TWO:  THESE WERE THE REASONS TO STAY

DAY THREE HUNDRED TWENTY-THREE:  WRITE ABOUT BEING LOST ALONG THE WAY

DAY THREE HUNDRED TWENTY-FOUR:  WRITE ABOUT THE BOOTH IN THE CORNER

DAY THREE HUNDRED TWENTY-FIVE:  RETURNING TAKES TOO LONG

DAY THREE HUNDRED TWENTY-SIX:  WRITE ABOUT HESITATION

DAY THREE HUNDRED TWENTY-SEVEN:  WRITE ABOUT BEING UNDERWATER

DAY THREE HUNDRED TWENTY-EIGHT:  WRITE ABOUT OPENING A GIFT

DAY THREE HUNDRED TWENTY-NINE:  WRITE ABOUT THE FAULT LINE

DAY THREE HUNDRED THIRTY:  THIS IS WHAT WAS LEFT WHEN HE WAS GONE

DAY THREE HUNDRED THIRTY-ONE:  WRITE ABOUT A SUDDEN STORM

DAY THREE HUNDRED THIRTY-TWO:  ONE SATURDAY NIGHT...

DAY THREE HUNDRED THIRTY-THREE:  WRITE ABOUT AVENUES OF ESCAPE

DAY THREE HUNDRED THIRTY-FOUR:  A WOMAN NAMED __________

DAY THREE HUNDRED THIRTY-FIVE:  WRITE ABOUT AN INVITATION REFUSED

DAY THREE HUNDRED THIRTY-SIX:  ...AND NOBODY OBJECTED

DAY THREE HUNDRED THIRTY-SEVEN:  I RECALL THAT EVENING TOGETHER

DAY THREE HUNDRED THIRTY-EIGHT:  WRITE ABOUT AN UNFORESEEN FRIENDSHIP

DAY THREE HUNDRED THIRTY-NINE:  WRITE ABOUT A SERIES OF MISHAPS

DAY THREE HUNDRED FORTY:  THIS IS WHAT SHE SAID

DAY THREE HUNDRED FORTY-ONE:  WRITE ABOUT HARD TIMES

DAY THREE HUNDRED FORTY-TWO:  WRITE ABOUT WINTER CONSTELLATIONS

DAY THREE HUNDRED FORTY-THREE:  BEHIND LACE CURTAINS.

DAY THREE HUNDRED FORTY-FOUR:  WRITE ABOUT SEEING SOMEONE FOR THE LAST TIME.

DAY THREE HUNDRED FORTY-FIVE:  WRITE ABOUT A LATE NIGHT PHONE CALL

DAY THREE HUNDRED FORTY-SIX:  I CARRIED IT IN MY POCKET

DAY THREE HUNDRED FORTY-SEVEN:  THIS IS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN MEN AND WOMEN

DAY THREE HUNDRED FORTY-EIGHT:  WRITE ABOUT A STREET YOU LIVED ON

DAY THREE HUNDRED FORTY-NINE:  WRITE ABOUT A RED CONVERTIBLE

DAY THREE HUNDRED FIFTY:  "I WALKED INTO THE MAVERICK BAR IN FARMINGTON, NM."  (after Gary Snyder)

DAY THREE HUNDRED FIFTY-ONE:   WRITE ABOUT A REDHEADED WOMAN

DAY THREE HUNDRED FIFTY-TWO:  WRITE ABOUT MASKS

DAY THREE HUNDRED FIFTY-THREE:  YOU ARE IN A CHURCH

DAY THREE HUNDRED FIFTY-FOUR:  WRITE WHAT YOU DIDN'T SAY

DAY THREE HUNDRED FIFTY-FIVE:  WRITE ABOUT A SCAR

DAY THREE HUNDRED FIFTY-SIX:  IT'S SUNDAY MORNING.  THE PHONE RINGS.

DAY THREE HUNDRED FIFTY-SEVEN:  WRITE ABOUT SOMETHING YOU WANT BUT CANNOT HAVE.

DAY THREE HUNDRED FIFTY-EIGHT:  WRITE ABOUT A FIRE

DAY THREE HUNDRED FIFTY-NINE:  "WE ATE CHINESE"

DAY THREE HUNDRED SIXTY:  WRITE ABOUT SOMETHING SACRED

DAY THREE HUNDRED SIXTY-ONE:  WRITE ABOUT A TIME SOMEONE TOLD YOU A SECRET

DAY THREE HUNDRED SIXTY-TWO:  IF I TELL YOU THE TRUTH...

DAY THREE HUNDRED SIXTY-THREE:  THESE ARE THE DELICACIES OF A RUINED EVENING

DAY THREE HUNDRED SIXTY-FOUR:  A RANDOM LIGHT

DAY THREE HUNDRED SIXTY-FIVE:  IN ANTICIPATION OF THE NIGHT