Inventive Writing Prompt Round-up #38
Here's this week's corral of my daily prompts:
#259 If only….she thought. We all have a lot of “if onlies” in our life. What is your character’s biggest if only?
#260 The wind blew and blew. It blew so hard and so long she thought she’d go crazy from it. And then, all of a sudden, it just stopped.
#261 A screen door slamming shut is an iconic sound of summer for me. Do you (or your character) have any sounds that immediately provoke memories?
#262 So what? I mean, really, so what?
#263 It’s tax day! Are your taxes finished? Are your main character’s? While we’re at it, how does your main character deal with money?
#264 My father insisted, loudly and often, that the best way to live was to work for oneself. Even though his business eventually went bankrupt, he at least upheld his own standards. What about your main character? Does he/she have the entrepreneurial instinct? Or does he prefer the structure of a 9 to 5 job?
#265 The ways of the world are capricious. Take, for instance….
#266 Ugh. Being sick is the worst thing ever. Except for….
How's your writing going? I'm still working on rewrite #2 with my agent. And feeling really ready to be done with it and get back to some plain old-fashioned writing. But I am NOT complaining! Leave a comment about what's up with you. And have a great weekend.
J.D.
#265 The world is capricious! You will drive yourself batty trying to make sense of it. This is a great mantra for those of us who feel put upon. I don’t ask to be to be Alice Munro . . . or James Patterson; I don’t care for wealth; I just want my little piece for once. It’s okay if I remain a loner, just give me a little spot in the corner. That’s what I tell myself. That mold fits all of my protagonists. It’s not money. It’s not fame. I don’t even know what it is. The world may be capricious, but it is watching–teasing me. I walk the line between gathering my strength for one more try and giving it the one finger salute.
Daria
Ugh. Being sick is the worst thing ever. Except for the kisses from your child and wondering how mommy is feeling. He then lays his lazy curly locks on your chest and says that he’ll help you feel better. You lay with him until 9 am because you can. Its Saturday and neither of you have to be anywhere. You go down to the kitchen and make him breakfast while you make yourself a cup of Neo Citron. You nurse your cup of Neo Citron and then go grab your comfy blanket off the bottom of your bed to settle in front of the TV for a Movie Day with your favorite curly little head on your chest.
Charlotte Dixon
I don't know what Neo Citron is but I want me some! Love this. Hate being sick.