Win a free copy!
Have you been thinking about picking up a copy of 101 Creative Writing Exercises but haven’t gotten around to it yet?
Here’s your chance to get one for free.
It’s Writing Forward’s first official contest, and all you have to do to enter is write a haiku.
Three lucky winners will each get one copy (Kindle or paperback — winners’ choice) of my recently published book, 101 Creative Writing Exercises.
About the Book
101 Creative Writing Exercises takes you on an adventure through the world of creative writing. Explore different forms and genres by experimenting with fiction, poetry, and creative nonfiction. Discover effective writing concepts, tools, and techniques. Create projects you can publish. Ideal for new and experienced writers alike, this book will enlighten and inspire you with exciting new ideas.
The Rules
- To enter, write a haiku and leave it as a comment on this post. As an alternative, you can write a six-word story.
- When you fill out the comment form, make sure you enter a valid email address where I can reach you (your email address will not be published; only I can see it).
- One entry per person.
- In order to enter, you must be a resident of the U.S. or Canada.
That’s it! Easy as pie.
The contest will run for one week, so I’ll close the comments on this post at midnight Monday, March 19. Winners will be drawn using a random number generator and will be announced here and contacted privately by email. Winners who choose to receive a paperback copy of 101 Creative Writing Exercises will need to provide either an Amazon account or shipping address. Prizes will ship out before March 31st.
Good luck, and happy writing!
All the best US and Canada Residents!
Father. Son. Holy Spirit. Three yet One.
Woodpecker hammers
Carries me to the morning
Nature’s alarm clock
chain rusting
in the baby barn for months –
dig out the bike!
Doing my own thing at last.
Daylight Savings Time
Springing Forward, We Forgot
How We Needed Sleep
War!! Whatever is it GOOD for?
Sunbeams peek-a-boo
Highlighting her blonds and blues
Love is at the source
The chains still linger
I am bound forever by
my captors and their whims
here is my entry – I would so love one of the copies of this book!
Ideas spawning
leaping rollicking in a
stream of consciousness
Here are some 🙂
There once was a small
Mountain stream that lived its life
Always looking up
Last tears of the earth
Soak the end of summer, leave
The world like wet fire
Hiding behind clouds
Of white leaves no room for black
Mountains to grow tall.
White capped mountains stand
fresh with snow, gleaming in warmth.
How strange these seasons.
Repeatable. Positive actions. To Take. — always!
The memory of Quan faded quickly.
I’m lucky today
My horoscope told me so
It’s always right- Not!
A love left waiting
A fleeting glimpse
As regret wrestles with a wish
Writer’s block has come
Fingertips on the keyboard
No words come to mind
Crying baby? Worry.
There is no peace for mother!
No tears worry too.
When my mother died,
I lamented the bird whom
Fate forced to fly south.
Verdant tree leaves swish
From a gentle pond leap fish
Such tranquility
Near death, I’m reborn
Working for Holograms Inc.
Eternal life bites.
Like a grave am I
Indifferent to the cold
All cannot be saved
The heater still on
Yet I am oh so tired
Has spring jumped ahead?
I’m on vacation
Spring break is finally here
A free book sounds great
Pills swallowed
Eyes close
Breath stops
Woke up bloodied. Now in jail.
My dragon sneezes. Buildings burn. Oops.
I’d give you a vote, Robyn 🙂 This made me smile and laugh
riverbeds deafen
mutedly, passion saunters
moaning greedily
Leaves abandon trees
One clings desperate to have
Time to say farwell
Woods, rivers, mountains / I said i love for love’s sake / Tarzan they called me
The creature submerged from the pond.
this hero stands
ready to compete
but stranded in a foreign field
I don’t live in the States so sadly not eligible for the book but a nice excuse to write a haiku:
The rooms are empty
Memories watch from the drive
As we pull away
The clouds are fluffy
The trees are starting to bud
Surely spring is here
Love blossomed. Shattered. One word.”Perhaps .”
This calm, rainy day
shows once again what spring is:
magic time to play.
I am not a resident of Canada or America, but would still submit my haiku.
The book beckons me
My seduced hands reach for it
Words fade on touching.
Tranquility found
Within the depths of music
Brings joy to silence
Sun shines down my face
I bow for him, don’t leave
Please erase my guilt