All writers face it. Some deny it, some dwell on it. I choose to embrace it, and enjoy the view. I am sitting in my fishing boat, beached on a sand bar. Sand bar squatting has taken me places I otherwise would not have gone. If I were cranking out post after post after post without a moment’s hesitation or, as I say, a brief layover on the sandbar, I would have missed some side-splitting tales.
Evidently others before me have stalled out. They have looked to others for help and ideas. Sometimes, help comes in the form of ‘writing prompts.’ This is exactly what it sounds like: a word or phrase to get your creative juices flowing. I read through ten prompt lists searching for golden nuggets of inspiration for savor the ride.
I give you my seven favorite prompts.
- Take a picture of yourself, right this minute without primping, and explain to us why it is you have not washed your hair today.
- What would you say to a mouse who could talk?
- List ten things you could do in three minutes.
- Describe, in your words, what a geriatric peeping Tom is.
- Write a funny story involving socks.
- Your pet wants to Guest Post on your Blog. Write what he would say.
- Write about an interesting time when you happened to be barefoot. Begin and end your writing with a description of your feet.
Let’s take a look. I have not come across a blog featuring any of these posts. Yes, I do admit I have been known to participate in some heavy-duty skimming; however, I have faith in myself that I would take note if a German Shepherd had penned out a post.
As for the sock story, I immediately thought of the sock bandit. The sock bandit hangs out in my house, usually in my closet. I put a pair of socks in the hamper. Only one sock makes it back. I do not see anything funny about this.
I really do not want to sit around thinking about my feet, nor do I want you to sit around reading about them. My hair is clean, so that pretty much wipes out number one from the get-go.
As for the mouse chat– hey, I’ll let the mouse choose the topic, and begin the conversation. I have a feeling things may get a little heated, as I have professional pest control. He needs to talk fast.
C’mon, a geriatric Peeping Tom: what’s the big deal here- old geezer with a walker scooting around the house looking in all the windows. Biggest problem is he keeps forgetting to bring his glasses on these missions.
I cry UNCLE on the ten things in three minutes. I spent ten minutes trying to think of three things I could do in ten minutes with no luck.
One take-away message I learned from all the prompt lists.
Don’t stop writing,
even if you have to write about your feet.