Writer's Notebook

This is the 200th Sunday Scribblings prompt! When I started this blog in 2006, I hoped that a few people would want to write with us once a week. I had no idea it would last this long or that so many people would continue to participate. Thank you so much for continuing to come and play! Is there anyone out there who has done every single one?

Once upon a time Scribbler left the little forest she'd grown up in to visit the widest of wide worlds. It didn't take her long to discover that the world was far greater than the little corner she'd considered not only home but her universe. But very soon she also felt a little lonely. If only... she dreamed, but where was Scribbler to find friends among the bewildering mass of webs she encountered at every step. Besides, all Scribbler could do was precisely that; scribble. So she sat herself down, took out her pencil and scribbled. It wasn't long before a number of people began to drop by. They seemed intrigued with what she was doing. Some showed their appreciation, others asked if they could scribble too. The owner of the pencil store where she regularly bought her scribbling supplies was more than happy and even offered her a table and chair in his shop window. But Scribbler knew that was not the correct place for scribbling and politely went on her way. But soon she began to wonder what it would be like to go a scribbling together. Just imagine, Little Red Scribbling Hood and Her Merry Band of Scribblers. Of course, they would be very philanthropic. Instead, of robbing from the rich to give to the poor, they would merely carry the words away in their head; the owner wouldn't even notice they'd been taken. Indeed, one owner was so surprised to see Scribbler making off with her words, yet leaving them there, she began to dream too. And before too long, they set themselves up in their own little niche, and were offering Scribbling opportunities to the one or two... or maybe that should read ten or twenty, or perhaps even one or two hundred. But then, with 200 prompts to their scribbling names and let's say one new person every week, well that may even mean one or two thousand... who knows. All I do know is that soon there were lots of little Scribbler milestones, testifying to the power of pen, paper or keyboard. And, of course, they all lived happily ever after. At least, this one little Scribbler milestone hopes they do. He would be so sad if ever it were to stop.

Read some more Scribbler milestones here.