Here’s a fun image that might spark a fun short story or some thoughts about ‘real life’.
Need some musical inspiration?
Try this. [I’m thinking you won’t need to listen to all 15 minutes. ;->]
Disclaimer: These suggestions are pertinent to the topic of time and do not necessarily reflect the tastes of the author of this post. [Unless, of course, you like the selections, in which case the author is a genius.]
I try to occasionally stretch at least one of my writing prompts a bit…
“Really, a cronut?”
“Why not? It’s a delicacy. And it’s just a warmup. I’ve pre-ordered for us.”
“I don’t like the sound of that.”
“When you see the spread of desserts blanketing the table in back, you’ll change your tune.”
“What is with you and sugar?”
“It’s not just sugar. It’s butter, it’s flour, it’s comfort.”
“And it’s decadence.”
“Well, yeah, there’s that.”
We eased our way through the maze of customers and leaned with our shoulders to open the double doors.
There stood four guys in chef hats, lined up like sentries, arms crossed.
“Are you sure you won’t change your mind?”
Four more for your imagination’s pleasure…
- We weren’t thrilled to see a silhouette of a person inside the guest room…
- “Could you please have a clue, just this once?”
- “It’s anybody’s guess at this point.”
I winced. “Just what I like in a detective…that sense of certainty.”
- “Donuts, a Snickers, and day-old coffee—breakfast of champions.”
I’ve been creating my own writing prompts when I need a little creative boost for the day. For the next couple of posts, I’ll add a few here, in case you want a little nudge yourself.
“What’s with all the cameras?”
“I think we’ll need a little more coverage than your twelve Instagram followers.”
“Some people are helped when they write in a journal.”
“Ohhh, you wouldn’t want to read what I’m thinking.”
“Don’t worry. We’re going to get you home.”
“Time for a new wardrobe!”
Where did she get these ideas?
“My clothes are fine.” I flipped to the new page in my Sports Illustrated.
“Your clothes are not fine. I can darn near see through the seat of your jeans and let me tell you, it is not a pretty sight from any angle.”
I reached around and felt my, well, my butt. “Okay, things might be thinning a bit back there, but that doesn’t mean a complete overhaul of my closet.”
“Okay, then, let’s start with pants.”
“My cargo shorts have served me well.”
“What part of ‘pants’ don’t you understand?” She rifled through everything that had stayed on a hanger. “We’re talking a piece of clothing that actually covers your entire leg.”
“I’m sure I have some in there.”
She pulled out a pair of tie-died Zubazz and glared at me.
“See? I told you.”
I’ve been dreaming up writing prompts for years. I just decided to add a little substance to a few of them as a writing exercise. They’re obviously not complete stories, but I’m giving myself [and anybody else] a chance to develop them further.
From up here, it looked like she was in trouble.
We glanced at each other, shrugged, and bolted for the door.
This was our chance at heroism.
We thought we heard a scream as we squeezed through the doorway at the same time–no mean feat considering our collective girth.
The stairs proved troublesome as neither James nor I would ever wow the judges on ‘Dancing with the Stars’. ‘Spazzing with the Stars’, maybe.
We finally made it down the two flights with no mortal injuries and burst through the swinging door.
Henri was dragging Amy into his Maserati and I’m pretty sure James and I thought the same thing.
“Cool. We get to thrash a Maserati. Better yet, a complete buffoon’s Maserati.”
James ran around the rear of the car, while taking off his belt. Wished I’d thought of that, but considering I chose to slide across the hood of the car, well, one gallant move at a time.
It was as if we’d rehearsed this for years.
Quite the opposite, actually.
I’ve been dreaming up writing prompts for years. I just decided to add a little meat to a few of them as a writing exercise. They’re obviously not complete stories, but I’m giving myself [and anybody else] a chance to develop them further.
How to cope?
Find solace from Nancy Graham Holm that you are not alone.
How else to cope?
Sander van der Wel via Wikimedia Commons https://www.flickr.com/photos/jar0d/6066734168/
Livelihood? How about ‘annoying hobby’?
Either way, it was 3:00 AM** and you tossed and turned and tossed again.
Your spouse stumbled out to the peace and quiet of the living room couch.
The border collie followed soon after.
And you were left to brood.
Shouldn’t the plural of ‘low-life’ be ‘low-lives’?
And Snow White’s annoying posse–shouldn’t they be the Seven Dwarves?
Let the brooding continue…and here you had just come to terms with your own flawfulness.
image courtesy of gratisography.comgratisography.com
**Why is it always 3:00 AM?
Whether it’s a new chapter written in a rush of enthusiasm, a new blog post written with one eye on the football game, or a quick bulletin board announcement…
a second look never hurts.
or should be.
Yep, nothing like a little on-site inspiration.
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