Happy Fourth of July to those of you in the United States! I hope you have all the freedom as a writer that you desire. Here is the latest collection of prompts from my Tumblr blog. Have a wonderful day and be careful whatever you do! (It is so hot here and has been for so long that it is dry, dry, dry and everyone is hoping people restrain themselves with the fireworks.)
#337 She liked change. She liked changing her wardrobe, rearranging her furniture, changing her job. But most of all she like changing husbands. However, this time …..
#338 Huh. It was so puzzling. She could have sworn she hadn’t forgotten to do that, but apparently she had.
#339 The woman started down the path into the forest, then turned, smiled, and beckoned him to follow.
#340 What is the one thing your main character (or you) cannot live without?
#341 When the sun rose that morning and lit the landscape, it revealed what the dark of night had not showed.
#342 In the United States, today is Independence Day. What does freedom mean to your main character? What are the ways they are free? What are the ways they are not free?
Are you celebrating today? How's your writing going?
Ah, yes, better late than never. It is Saturday, albeit nearly time for Happy Hour in my neck of the woods, and here is my latest collection of writing prompts for you. I've not been dallying around, I've been teaching all day–a fine group of local students who showed up despite forecasted temperatures of 102 degrees. The good news is that the temps haven't been quite that high and all the attendees were wonderful. So here are the prompts:
#330 She grabbed the envelope, tore it open and then shrieked in ______________ (delight, horror, sadness, laughter, etc.)
#331 The explosion woke her from a sound sleep.
#332 I once knew someone who ate a candy bar and washed it down with a Coke every afternoon. This ended when he was diagnosed with diabetes. And then there was the friend who I watched eat a whole half a pie one night. He was a recovering alcoholic.
Does your main character have a sweet tooth? How does this manifest in his or her life?
#333 Ocean or mountains? Which does your main character prefer?
#334 Life’s a bitch, and then you die. True, or not true? What does your main character think?
#335 If your main character were to choose one word that would sum him or her up, what would it be?
#336 Choose yourself a council of mentors. They can be dead or alive. Write about why each one of them inspires you. Now do the same for your main character.
It's Saturday, and you know what that means, don't you? Darn right, it's time for prompts. Here's my weekly round-up of them for you, compiled from my Tumblr blog. And don't forget I wrote a blog post about prompt writing this week, which you can read here.
#323 Country or city? Which is your character most comfortable in? If its the city, show her on the farm. If its the country, write a scene with him in the city.
#324 If your character could live anywhere in the world, where would that be?
#325 Write a diary of what you (or your main character) ate yesterday, and through this account create a window into the emotions and events of the day.
#326 She was tired of it all. So tired of the pain, the distraction, and the anxiety. So one day she ……..
#327 If your character was assigned to start making something right now, what would it be? Dinner? A knitted sweater? A painting? A musical composition? What and why?
#328 He sat across from the card reader, who spread her deck out on the table between them. When she was finished, she gazed at the cards and gasped. She looked at him, once more at the cards, back to him. “This is absolutely incredible,” she said. “Because…..”
#329 “It’s not much further now,” he called, beads of sweat popping out on his forehead.
I've been writing again–this morning, 2,000 words in an hour, words that came easily and almost effortlessly. This, after noodling around, trying to decide which novel idea to pick up next. (I've got four of them churning around in my brain.)
I'm also a tad bit distracted, because my agent is sending my current novel,The Bonne Chance Bakery out to publishers this week. No big deal. Not. (I don't expect to hear anything for quite awhile, because one thing I'm learning about this process is that everything takes longer than I think it will. Sort of like home remodeling. But I will keep you posted, I promise.)
Anyway, it feels so good to be writing again. So freaking good. And for it also to feel like I'm working on a project that is flowing, if you know what I mean. I've made starts on the other novels and while I have made some progress they didn't quite have the feel of this one–the feeling that the story is right there at my fingertips, that my hands can't range across the keyboard fast enough. I get an idea for something else in the chapter and pause only to make a quick note because I'm going so fast I'll lose the thread otherwise.
That kind of writing.
And guess what? It all came from prompts. I've written three chapters so far and when I looked back on them this morning I realized they had all started with a prompt. I'm sort of like the Prompt Queen, because I push them on others so much (including publishing a weekly collection of them here), but sometimes I forget to use them myself. (The shoemaker's children have no shoes.) But recently, in going through a cupboard in my office, I found a box of prompts I'd made long ago. I rescued it and stationed it on my desk and I've been pulling prompts as starters for this novel. Clearly, it's working.
Here are a couple thoughts on the process of using a prompt to make forward progress on a WIP:
1. Choose at random. Close your eyes and metaphorically pull a prompt from whatever kind of prompt box you keep. Or run your finger down a selection of prompts and use whatever one it lands on. And then don't change your mind! Just use it! One of my best pieces–what will likely be the opening of the novel–came from a prompt I hated. I almost put it back and chose another one, but decided to use it.
2. Start fresh every day. I've been easing myself back into writing the next novel. If I think too hard about it, I freak myself out. As in, this one has to be better than the last! Now that I have an agent, everything I do has to be top notch! And so it kinda works better to pretend that I'm just goofing around. I open a new file every day and I don't call it anything like a chapter. I label it Daily Writing and then the date. Then I write the prompt and go for it.
3. Use prompts from previous writings. (Can't call them chapters, remember.) This morning I used the last line of the previous day's work.
4. Let your brain wander where it will. That's the beauty of prompts–yours may be about flowers in the garden and you end up writing about sailing on the sea. That is a little less likely to happen when you're attempting to make forward progress on a long project, but your hands may still take you unexpected places. Let them. Those often turn out to be the jewels. And God invented the delete key for those times when they don't.
5. Do timed spurts. I'm still a huge believer in this. Set your phone timer for 30 minutes and when it goes off, get your ass up and take a stroll around your office. Or do a couple lunges. Or stretch. It's important to get up. When things are not going well, 30 minutes seems like an eternity and when I'm done, its, yay, now I can quit. This morning, I promptly (ha!) thought, I'm going to do another one. And then another. 2,000 words later I was a happy writer.
I think I'm going to add some prompts to my prompt box, maybe cutting up old manuscripts or cutting out lines from magazines. I like having it sitting on my desk because then I, um, remember to use it.
So, I've probably asked you this before, but what the heck, I'll do it again: do you use prompts for your writing?
Herewith, the latest collection of writing prompts from my Tumblr blog, where I post a prompt a day. I hope they help you write tons and tons this week!
#316 They tell me I should never have let anyone know what happened.
#317 “Honey, I’m home!”
Your main character’s significant other just walked in the door. How does she/he react? With joy or dread? Eyes lighting up or shoulders slumping? Excitement or fear?
Write about their reaction and what happens next.
#318 Does your main character like to pretend? Maybe he likes to pretend he is married to someone else. Or she likes to pretend she lives in Paris. Or he likes to pretend he is happy. Write about all the ways your character (and maybe you) pretend.
#319 “Why, I remember when you were just a little tyke,” she said. “And, um, look at you now. What in the hell happened to you?”
#320 “All at once I hear your voice, and time just disappears.” Bonnie Raitt
Whose voice does your main character want to hear? Who do they miss?
#321 Is your main character an outdoorsy type or one who prefers being inside? If he’s an outdoorsy type, write about how he feels when forced inside. If she’s an inside type, write about how she feels when she must be outside.
#322 She breathed a huge sigh of relief, because the thing she’d been struggling with was over at last. Or was it? Because all of a sudden….
How's your writing going? What are you working on?
It is sunny and hot here in Portland, hot like in the nineties. Not my favorite. My office is upstairs for the time being (I'm working on moving it downstairs) and it gets hot up here so I'll be driven away from the computer soon enough. (I'm pretty sure we're going to see the movie Mad Max this afternoon–I've been a movie going fool lately, and besides, the theater will be air conditioned!) But before I go, just because I love you so much and want to make sure you write tons this week, I compiled the latest collection of prompts from my Tumblr blog for you. Hope it is lovely where you are and that you're having a great weekend.
#309 Viva la revolution! What does your main character feel strongly enough about to agitate for? To take to the streets in rebellion? To protest if it were taken away from him?
#310 She worked furtively on the project for months, hiding the papers she took notes on or the computer screen when anybody walked by. In the end, when she finally revealed the project, it was for __________________.
Either her project works amazingly well, or its a huge fiasco. Write about her project and its results.
#311 Main character (or you): primly tidy or near-hoarder? How does this make him or her feel?
#312 Ever patiently, he sharpened the knife.
#313 “Why do people act like that?” she asked, watching as a group down the hill started to __________________.
#314 Although there was nothing wrong with his leg, he always walked with a cane.
#315 She poured cream into her coffee and gazed into the cup, hoping it would tell her a secret.
By the way, those last few prompts are from something I found when sorting through crap stuff in my office. More on that soon. In the meantime, how's your writing going?
Bon jour! Here is this week's collection of writing prompts, a bit later than usual because I went out to breakfast at my favorite French cafe. And I bought macarons, which are calling to me from the kitchen (they can be a rowdy bunch), but they are for dessert at my sister's dinner tonight. Anyway, these bits are from my Tumblr blog, where I post a new prompt every damn day.
#302 Write about something that surprised you or your main character. It could be something small or huge.
#303 Ah, a holiday. All day to relax and do what she wanted. But, oh crap. Then this happened….
#304 “We’ll forget the sun, in his jealous sky, as we walk in fields of gold.” Write about what Sting was singing about.
#305 Use the word promise, bird, and thunderstorm in a sentence and then use the sentence as a prompt.
#306 He just could not make the decision. How do you–or your main character–make a decision? Do you use a logical process (if so, explain) or rely on intuition?
#307 Does your main character believe in angels? Spirit guides? Or for that matter, God? If so, how do these beliefs manifest in his life? If not, same question.
#308 You’re at your desk. It’s a beautiful summer morning. The window is open, and you hear birds singing and the soft summer air blows through. But then, ____________ happens. And things are never the same again.
As always, share inspiration from these prompts or your writing life in the comments!
Like clockwork, like magic, like butter on bread, here it is, my weekly round-up of writing prompts from my Tumblr blog. I'm in Seattle this weekend, but you should be writing. Kidding! Or not. Anyway, Enjoy! Or don't enjoy, but use them to write like crazy.
#288 What was your main character’s relationship with her mother like? Happy and loving? Polite but distant? Very, very contentious? Write about it for 15 minutes–or more.
#289 Everyone else was sad when the rain started falling after a long string of gorgeous days. But not her. She was delighted. Because rain meant …..
#290 Who does your main character love? Who loves her? Do they match up?
#291 Write about a time you, or your main character, was so engrossed in an activity that time flew without him realizing it.
#292 But you know, you could also do it this way.
#293 I know you don't agree with me, but tough, because ….
#294 It's Saturday. What's your character's drink of choice this evening? Wine (red or white), beer, tea, coffee, water, a cocktail, Diet Coke? How much of it will he drink?
Go forth and write! And add the results to the comments if you so desire….
This week's collection of writing prompts from my Tumblr blog:
#281 If your protagonist could travel anywhere in the world, where would it be?
#282 You can’t go home again. Or can you? Has your main character stayed home? Or was he a person who couldn’t wait to move as far away as possible?
#283 They were sad when it was over. So they started up again.
#284 The plane rose in the air. She looked out the window at the landscape below, trying not to grip the armrests quite so hard. Then a noise, like a pop, and the plane shook. “Don’t worry, its just turbulence,” the man beside her said. But she didn’t know whether to believe him or not. Should she?
#285 Oh God, not that. Anything but that.
#286 Two men walk into a bar and realize there are only women inside. Tall women, short women, gorgeous women, plain women. What gives? Is it a gigantic book club meeting? A lesbian bar? A feminist convention? Do the men stay? What happens if they do?
#287 She opened the window to let the cool morning air in, but instead, what rushed past her was …..
I love it when you guys post starts from these prompts in the comments!