
This Week’s Challenge:
Craig M. challenged me to challenge you to pretend you had won the mega million dollar lottery. He questioned whether it would make your life perfect or send you down the path of ruin (both in life and eternally). Would you make the world a better place or just waste it all?
Of course, I glommed onto this challenge. It is such an open, anything goes prompt. I didn’t win the lottery so I’ll be writing a fiction. I blame my hubby for this situation. He didn’t buy me a ticket. Gull durn it.
My short attention span sent me wandering into questions like whether or not I’d hide. Would I still be the penny pincher I’ve always been? Would my head swell? Stay tuned – the answers will be in the responses.
Ideas: I’ll be anxiously waiting to read your ideas.
Suggestions: Sure, please correct my grammar and send me challenges you’d like to see.
The Rules:
Make sure you put this (Wednesday Writing Essentials - WWE - Lottery) in your title.
Be sure to tag it with WWE, Lottery, Gather Writing Essentials.
Post to Gather Writing Essential.
I ask that you make your submission(s) by next Tuesday afternoon.
There is a limit of three submissions from each member per day. If you’re extremely prolific, spread out your work and post only three submissions per day.
Most important:
Put this challenge statement at the beginning or end of your submission so readers will know what you’re supposed to do and won’t think you’re crazy.
Challenge:
What did you do when you won the mega million dollar lottery?
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Check out these responses from last Wednesday's and the prior WWE challenge - they're awesome.
Birds, by Patricia J.
Just Ducky, by Karen Vaughan
My affair with the sea, by Priya P.
Songs Heard Within My Shadow, by Quinn (aka Entwife) Blackburn
Cuckoo Bird, by Priya P.
Handsome Diver, by John Beck
Raising the Sun with Song, by Quinn (aka Entwife) Blackburn
Sassy our Magpie, by Jeannine D.
Raising the Sun with Song: Hearts Afire With Sacred Flame, by Quinn (aka Entwife) Blackburn
Lenny Zen Bird, by Barbary Chaapel
Professor Feathers, by William Dontani
A Grace of Simple Gifts, by Quinn (aka Entwife) Blackburn
The Rescue, by Irina Dimitric
My Cats vs Birds, by Amanda S.
IT'S NOT EASY, by Joann B.
Raptor Rap, by Granny Janny

















Comments: 33
It sure wouldn't ruin me. First thing go see Edward Jones financial planner, then renew our passports and hide out for awhile. And I'd be sure to set up a free cat/dog spay/neuter program for my county. That's just a start!
And our animal shelter is all volunteer.
Thanks Pam.
For your kindness, I give you this:
A Day in the Life
Hi everyone it’s me Nemo, I understand I have quite a few awesome people on gather who are fans of a short story someone wrote about me; well I am in the process of writing my memoires but in the meantime I wanted to give you a little taste of what it’s like to be me on a typical day.
7 AM: YAWWWWNNNNNNN! What a long night of protecting the house from mouse invasions and evil spirits (I’m batting 1,000 on the evil spirits), I mean I gotta do something while these people are sleeping and let’s face it I was born for the night watch. Well not much to report, Craig got up at 04:30 and went back to bed watching the Colbert report from the night before; I can hear him laughing through the door… here comes Grace for her morning shower (just like clockwork) even though she took a shower last night; crazy people.
10 AM: My owner didn’t come home last night because he has a new business downtown so when Craig finally opens his bedroom door I run in a stake claim to my spot on his bed, it’s my way of keeping him productive; I sit and keep him company while he checks emails and does school work… if I wasn’t there he might try to stay in bed all day (he’s very lucky to have me motivating him)… 2 hour nap (:
12:01 PM: Oh lucky day, Craig doesn’t have class today so my nap continues (:
1:15 PM: *Frownie* Craig keeps saying “C’mon Nemo, I gotta go”, he has work and he’s chasing me out from under the bed so I don’t get stuck in the room. I join him in the kitchen while he packs his lunch, he sees I want to look out the window but I’m too big boned to fit on the windowsill so he puts a shoebox and two phonebooks on the chair to make me taller (he gets me) (:
2 PM-5 PM: Nap (:
5 PM-6 PM: Stared at closed door with Cortez (the other house cat on the other side), he’s on room arrest for spraying because he isn’t fixed; I played with him before and he is kinda hyper but I still want to be friends.
6 PM-8:30 PM: Nap (:
8:30 PM: Craig’s home! I heard him come in, time to go get petted (he always takes the time to pet me, no matter what); he claims it reduces stress?!? Yeah, whatever; this stress word sounds totally made up, I mean look at me. All ya need is 18 hours of napping and free food… what could be stressful about that?
9 PM- 10:30 PM: Tried to lay as flat as I could on the floor and resemble a bear-skin rug so I could go undetected by enemy spies, chased my feather toy around a bit and tried to get Grace to notice me but her friend who is visiting for the night is allergic to cats ):
11:30 PM: Craig is off to dreamland so he’s closed his door, it’s okay.. I have a job to do.
12:01 AM: I was just thinking about how lucky I am to have 4 people treating me so kindly when most cats only have one… Nap (:
(but only a short one, remember… Evil spirits!)
Obviously Nemo has lots more to say but being that he naps so frequently it can be a challenge to squeeze some work out of him, I really am sorry about about last weeks challenge; I got overwhelmed by schoolwork... sorry.
Most of the papers I write wouldn't be of much interest to people outside the medical industry, they're mostly research papers.. proposals and reports; very bland stuff. I did write one about Ebola hemorrhagic fever for pathophysiology, not my best work but I found it to be an interesting subject.
Every paper I've written w/ one exception has received an "A" so if they read every word or the paper puts them to sleep I'm doing something right ^_^
Technical writing isn't any fun but then it's really just meant to engross you in the subject you are writing about, no worries Pam; if I ever have a suggestion it will be something fun or at the very least existential.