March Mantra


Forget about March Madness which will soon be upon us. I need a mantra for the month. I am drowning in projects I started last year, last month and last week. I racked my brain for a catchy phrase to motivate myself to be productive. Then I spotted this mug at a friend’s house over the weekend. Not one to be über American and insist on constantly reinventing the wheel I stopped thinking. This was perfect. Exactly what I was looking for. It is succinct and to the point – everything I strive to be but sadly am not. Unfortunately I did not steal the mug from my friend’s house. Now I need to creatively write my mantra and put it in a prominent place so it will serve its purpose.

Do you have a mantra that helps you be productive?

Fat Tuesday


Good afternoon awesome readers. Are you ready to write? There are some great prompts to choose from today:


Here are the rules:


1. Write 100 – 200 words (more or less) about the prompt provided. For example: If you chose National Peanut Butter Lover’s Day your story doesn’t have to be about the day itself but about a peanut butter lover. (It doesn’t have to be a complete story. It could be a scene, song lyrics or a poem)

2. Tag your post with National Weird Day Writing Prompts and link your post back to my blog so others can participate.

3. Share your writing in the comments section via a link back to your blog.

4. Read and comment on other posts.

5. Be creative and have fun.

My story is below.


Alina felt homesick in her new community. “Why don’t you throw a party?” her mother suggested when she and Alina were talking on the phone last week. She hand wrote cards to a few new acquaintances, inviting them to a Fat Tuesday party.

Alina should have had second thoughts when the local bakery said they did not make paczki’s. Instead she busied herself by washing her bone china and ironing hand embroidered tablecloths.

Alina tried to draw attention from the tan-colored walls and stained ceiling in the community center  with vases of fresh flowers. As the guests arrived,  Alina  greeted them with her usual high-pitched squeals and long hugs. Mrs. Katonah tried to dodge her embrace.

Alina arranged the food on the side table and pushed back her long brown hair while anxiously removing lids and tin foil. The bowl Mrs. Katonah brought had suspicious looking contents. Alina shoved it toward the back. The women lined up and filled their plates.

“Mrs. Katonah,” Alina asked. “What did you bring?”

“Just what you asked. Fat on Tuesday.”

The room grew quiet while Alina, face red with embarrassment wondered how to respond.