Home… is where the typewriter is.

Welcome to Ivory Calla's Random Acts of Writing! Currently, there are two writing paths to peruse: a collection of random acts of writing and the 2020 Writing Challenge! This year's challenge is to write a minimum of 3 posts per week, each based on a select writing prompt, and in a "randomly" selected genre (I'll be … Continue reading Home… is where the typewriter is.

No Excuses

Infused in my core, my being, my very essence. Entwined in my every move, every choice. They have become my go-to instinct and illusory shield. Nothing can touch me as long as they are woven believably enough into the fabric of reality. They whisper encouragement, wedging between myself and my better judgment, allowing for indulgence … Continue reading No Excuses

Brain Fog

Fuzzy. Lint matter replacing coherent thoughts, mental faculties, academic prowess... Skilled focus diverted towards vagaries as weighty as fluff. Deep wells of nothingness devouring time- consuming life. A blurred, meandering path extending in several impossible directions- all fading, fading... Fading into fuzzy, little lint matter... *** Imagine staring off into space with only an occasional … Continue reading Brain Fog

Word of the Day: Dipsomania

As dry as the Arabian desert, not a drop to be found. His nose was quite fond of a fine bouquet, but had thirsted for far too long. Days had passed with no respite, not a single note or even a dirge - an ode to the dipsomaniac. Trudging through the barren wastes, he began … Continue reading Word of the Day: Dipsomania