Fiction Friday - Divorce & Demons
5-Minute Writing Sprints
Hi!!!!!!!!
Okay, so while I’m pounding away at my keyboard working on my newest release (announcements coming very soon!), I don’t really have time to be crafting a short story for Fridays. However, I always have time for a 5-minute sprint.
For those of you who might be aspiring authors, 5-minute sprints are a GREAT way to hone your writing skills, but also give you a ton of ideas you can pull from for your future novels. Here’s how they work…
Pick a writing prompt that inspires you.
Set a timer for 5 minutes
WRITE!
When the timer goes off, finish your thought or sentence and stop
It’s that easy! To find writing prompts, you can just Google “writing prompts” or if you want to be more specific, you can go to any free AI platform (e.g., Gemini, CoPilot, ChatGPT) and type in something like I did for this prompt, “I'm doing a 5-minute writing sprint for my Fiction Friday newsletter. Can you please give me several writing prompts in the paranormal women's fiction genre?” Voila! It’ll spit back about a dozen or more options for you to choose from.
Save all of your writing sprints and you’ll start gathering a collection of ideas can you dip into anytime you’re looking for a story idea. AND this exercise will also teach you to start getting to the point immediately, which tightens up your writing.
On to today’s writing prompt!
Writing Prompt
Divorced and Dealing with Demons
After your divorce, you open a cozy little coffee shop to start over. Business is booming—literally—when you find out your ex sold your soul in a deal with a demon.
Writing Sprint
Today was the day! The grand opening of my dream-come-true coffee shop business. Since I got a great settlement for the divorce from hell I’d just gone through, I decided for my 50th birthday, I was going to retire early. Yep. It’s the do-over – or overdue – reboot on my life.
I reached for the front door to unlock it when my thumb hit the handle and smarted. Ouch! I looked at the pad of the offending digit and wouldn’t you know it, that damn cut flared up. I got it six months ago in my sleep – really not sure how it happened – and it’s been festering on and off since. Now it looks infected.
What the fudge!
A deep rumble of laughter moved through my coffee shop and I froze.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t think you’re going to be able to open your coffee shop this morning,” said a low, vibrating sexy voice.
I slowly turned on my heel and saw a drop-dead gorgeous, tall-dark-and-sexy dude in a suit sitting at one of my café tables.