Writing Prompt: Spring Has Sprung, Unfortunately

Theresa Miller by Theresa Miller
April showers bring May *shudder*. The thing that most people love about spring is the thing I hate most about it: the flowers. Beyond the fact that I find nothing particularly beautiful about them, they require a frightful amount of tending-to, are awkward when presented as gifts, and most of all, they harbor a thriving community of insects. You wanna thank me? Buy me jewelry.
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2014 Classes

Journalism/Web Writing

From Blog Post To Book Deal: A Blog Writing Workshop
You In 1200 Words: Writing The Personal Essay
Personal Essay Clinic
You In 1200 Words: Writing and Publishing The Personal Essay (5 Wk)



A Novel Approach: Crafting The Page Turner (1 Day)
DC’s Word Parlor: A Creative Writing Intensive
Writingpalooza Online

Short and Sweet: A Short Story Workshop

Writing Reboot: A Short Story Clinic

Short, Smart and Literary: Writing and Publishing The Modern Short Story (5 WK)

Zombies, Witches and Killer Robots: Science Fiction and Urban Fantasy Writing

A Novel Approach: Mastering The Long Format Writing Project (Online 7 Wk)

Memorable Memoir Bootcamp

A Novel Approach: Tackling The Long Format Writing Project (5 WK)

Writing Accessible Poems

Writing for Actors

Going For The Gut: A Storytelling Workshop (1 Day)

Story Time: A Performed Essay Workshop (1 Day)

Story Time Plus: A Performed Essay Workshop (5 WK)

Grand Slam Story: A Storytelling Workshop (7 Wk Online)

From The Page To The Stage: A One-Person Show Workshop

It’s All About You: A One-Person Show Intensive

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Million Dollar Script: A Movie Writing Intensive
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From Pitch To First Draft: Writing The Television Drama (7 WK)

From 10 Min. Play To Staff Writing Gig

Dream It, Write It, Pitch It: Screenwriting Bootcamp

From Slashers To Body Snatchers: Writing The Horror Screenplay

Politicos, Jailbirds And Werewolves: Writing The Cable Pilot

Precision Revision: A Comedy Revision Class

Coverage Madness: A Script Coverage Workshop

Publishing Classes

Publishpalooza: A Book Proposal Writing Workshop

Publishpalooza: A Book Proposal Writing Workshop (5 Wk)

How To Hook An Agent: Breaking Into YA
So what do you loathe about Spring? What do you absolutely love about it? Do you think of birds chirping or bees stinging? Do you have a particular memory associate with the popular season? Write about it for 10 minutes and give us all the sensory details!
I was playing in my grandmothers garden when I first learned that creepy crawlies like to play in gardens, too. After examining a small rose, I felt something tickle my arm. It looked like a piece of lint, maybe a fuzzy-wuzzy. I tried to flick it off, but when I did it started to move. I screamed as loud as I could and my grandmother came rushing out of the house.
“What is it?!”
I pointed to the alien thing crawling on my arm. “Oh, girl. That’s just a caterpillar,” she hissed as she picked it off of me and threw it over the gate. Saying I was traumatized is an understatement. For years after that I wouldn’t walk under trees, wouldn’t play in the grass, and certainly would never pick flowers or receive them as gifts. I dreamed of living in a busy city where the only shade came from awnings and tall buildings, with a sterile, minimalist apartment to go home to. An open space with steele stairs and hardwood floors that would expose any tiny intruder. A modern version of THX 1138.
By the time I’d taken an interest in nature again, well into my 20s, flowers had lost their beauty and wonder. At this point, I really can’t tell the difference between a piece of shiny broken glass and a chrysanthemum. Both are useless and probably dirty. I don’t get it, and probably never will. If any potential dates are reading: Impress me with a sandwich, a macaroni picture, a Groupon… but don’t come near me with those freaking roses.
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