What if? Prompt #178

  • What if? Prompt #178

    What if you start from reality and then use “worst case scenario” to do some writing?

    Here’s how it could work: Recall a time when you desperately wanted something. Could be a good grade on a test, or a good health check-up, or the biopsy comes back negative, or a divorce, or the cute guy/girl to notice you, or a good job, or any job.

    Just choose a moment when you really wanted something. Now, shift . . . as you write about this desire, this longing. . . the narrator becomes a character in a story. We’re no longer talking about “you.” We’re focusing on A Character Who Wants Something.

    Down the rabbit holeNext, as you write, throw in some curve balls, some roadblocks. Give that character an obstacle to overcome. . . the worst case scenario. What is the worst thing that could happen?

    For example, the character fails an important test, doesn’t get into college, can’t get a job, becomes homeless. . . keep going. . . what is the worst thing that happens?

    Or, the biopsy comes back negative. It’s cancer. Lots of doctor appointments. Sleepless nights. The character feels betrayed by his/her body. Lots of decisions. Surgery? Chemotherapy? Radiation? Keep going. What happens?

    What if He wants a divorce, but She doesn’t. There are children involved. The divorce happens. He happily dances off into the sunset. What if She falls apart? She can’t function. Can’t get up in the morning. Gives her children cereal for dinner with orange juice because there is no milk. What if she sinks lower and lower and then . . . what happens?

    Prompt: Start with something real, creating a character who has a problem, a need, a desire. Then. . . what if?

    Inspired from July/August 2015 issue of Poets & Writers magazine, “Preparing for the Worst,” by Benjamin Percy.

  • Guest Blogger Daniel Ari: Sense And Specificity . . .

    Daniel AriGuest Blogger Daniel Ari writes about Sense And Specificity: The Soul of Great Writing

    Great art is about balance. Okay, great art is about a heck of a lot of things. But one thing that makes great writing stand out from the superfluity of all writing is that it strikes a balance between emotional abstraction and concrete specificity.

    We want to read about things like devotion, honor and transformation. But the actual words devotion, honor and transformation aren’t concrete enough to sweep a reader away. As I discussed in “How to Make Your Poems Stand Out: Advice From a Reader” for Writer’s Digest online,  abstract nouns can’t be grabbed, and they don’t grab readers. And what’s worse, they tend to come in flocks. Once a writer writes honor, then love and respect want to come in. Then deep, forever, and mutual are at the door, having chased away all the beautiful specifics like moonstone, cardamom, and foxtrot.

    But luckily, concrete nouns also come in flocks. That’s because when you tell a story or describe a moment, either remembered or imagined, the telling includes all the specific things that make the moment unique and moving. If you want to test whether your writing is too abstract, imagine illustrating it. Could you? If there aren’t enough nouns and verbs to make into a drawing or painting, then your writing may be too abstract to interest most readers.

    Allen Ginsberg put it well: “You can’t write about ‘The Stars.’ You can go out one night and see a glitter in Orion’s belt, or see a constellation hanging over Nebraska, and that’s universal. But it’s got to be over Nebraska—particular—otherwise it isn’t universal. If it’s just the stars in the abstract you don’t even see them, so it’s not a living experience. It’s not an instant in time actually observed, and only instants in time are universal.

    What’s universal is the sense of being human that we translate into language as writers and that readers translate back into thought. That’s why concrete sense imagery is so crucial. That’s how the abstract system of language is able to relate living humans to one another—though memory and imagination of sensed experience.

    Here are two poems that I think do a good job of being relatable by being specific. The first is one of my own, a draft in a series about a legendary backwoods character named Starlight. The second is by Rebecca Auerbach, and I think it’s wonderful how her imagery isn’t just visual, but also auditory, and even more interesting how the sensation she describes is often the absence of sensation and hunger for it.

    “To build a supper”

    by Daniel Ari

    Without matches, I’m sure I could build a fire.
    I may be city, but I’m not dumb. I would
    just use a lighter. No lighter either? Hm.
    Then I’d use friction between two bits of wood
    to weave threads of smoke into a baby spark
     
    then huff and puff the infant in a hoodie
    of soft, dry bark or needles. I’d be famished
    by the time the contained blaze could be called good.
    Then I’d have to start the hunting or fishing
    or just eat miner’s lettuce and blackberries.
     
    I wonder how much hungry equals finished.
    Lost in the woods, I’d be grateful for Starlight.
    She knows a thousand growing things that furnish
    sustenance and comfort. She could catch a trout
    with a thorn hook—or we could stalk the shoulder
     
    of Tyler-Foote Road for fresh (truck-)grilled meat,
    a bumper crop of headlight venison.
    

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    by Rebecca Auerbach

    We used to start with eyes meeting,

    exchanging a smile,

    then voices,

    speaking, sharing names.

    Now we start with a photograph & a profile.

    If you like the way a man smiles

    when he isn’t smiling at you,

    the way he introduces himself

    when he isn’t meeting you,

    you might exchange words without voices,

    & if you like what he says when you can’t hear him,

    you might consent to speak aloud by phone,

    & if you like how he speaks to you

    when he has never seen you,

    you might

    maybe

    consent to look into his eyes.

     Daniel Ari began dancing to Freeze Frame” by The J. Geils Band at an 8th grade dance in 1981. He hasn’t stopped. About five years later, he began courting poetry as a practice, and that, too has stuck. As a poet and professional writer these days, movement remains key to his creativity.  Daniel recently won Grand Prize in the Dancing Poetry Festival, and his poem about swing will be set to choreography and performed at the Legion of Honor in September. His forthcoming book One Way To Ask from Zoetic Press, pairs poems in an original form called queron, with artwork by 67 artists including Roz Chast, Tony Millionaire, Bill Griffith and R. Crumb.

    Daniel Ari will be the August 20, 2015 Writers Forum Presenter in Petaluma, CA

  • Write a note . . . Prompt #177

    Hand & PenToday’s writing prompt: Write a note to someone alive or not, to someone currently in your life or from your past. Start with one of these lines:

    I forgive you . . .

    I love you . . .

    I will always remember . . .

    This is a note you may or may never send.

    You can write about something that happened to you, something that happened to someone else or write from your fictional character’s point of view.

    You can also write to a “thing” . . . to a body part, to something mechanical, to any Thing that was meaningful.

    Just write.

  • Start at the height of desire — David Lavender

    Many of us have heard “start your story in the middle of the action, or the height of the conflict.”

    David Lavender suggests “start at the height of desire.”

    “You need not worry about being dull if you can present within the first few hundred words a definite character in the grip of a definite emotion.”

    “But introducing a character and his motives to an audience must be done deftly and without explanation. For example, if setting up a boy-loves-girl story, Lavender says, ‘I must show the boy immediately engaged in wanting the girl. I must do it with unobtrusive little touches. I must bring it out through the way he acts and what he says, being at all times careful not to let the reader guess that he is having something explained to him.’”  — Nicki Porter, August 2015 The Writer magazine

  • Sensory Detail – Sound

    GramophoneI cranked up the music to prepare this post and was reminded of the sixties and seventies when I worked downtown San Francisco Monday through Friday. Saturdays were house cleaning days. I centered my Swan Lake record on the turntable and turned up the volume. By the time I was dusting and cleaning downstairs, I was rocking to West Side Story. To finish, I blasted Hair. Odd combinations, I know. But they worked for me . . . a satisfying way to completely clean the house and do laundry.

    Sound. . . how do we incorporate sound in our writing?

    But first, why do we want to use sensory detail in our writing? Sound can evoke strong memories: screeching tires, whining four-year-old, grinding gears when learning to drive a stick shift, songs from our teenage years, wedding songs, hymns, sing-song rhymes. When we employ sound in our writing, we transform language into sensory stimulation that the reader hears in his/her mind and transports the reader to the world we have created in our writing.

    Poet Major Jackson says it this way, in the September 2015 issue of The Writer magazine:

    I aim to write poems in which language changes into feeling. With hip-hop and rap music, the expressive medium of my generation, I learned to stylize language and to make language an experience for the reader — whether through an idiosyncratic simile or through an insistent use of repetition or some heretofore encountered combination of rhymes.

    Right on . . . and sensory stimulation in writing offers readers a way to vicariously experience other worlds viscerally.  It’s that visceral reaction writers seek . . . the strong emotional reaction when reading.

    Notice all the sensory detail in the following excerpt from In the Time of the Butterflies by Julia Alvarez:

    Usually, at night, I hear them just as I’m falling asleep.

    Sometimes, I lie at the very brink of forgetfulness, waiting, as if their arrival is my signal that I can fall asleep.

    The settling of the wood floors, the wind astir in the jasmine, the deep released fragrance of the earth, the crow of an insomniac rooster.Their soft spirit footsteps, so vague I could mistake them for my own breathing.

    Their different treads, as if even as spirits they retained their personalities. Patria’s sure and measured step. Minerva’s quicksilver impatience. Mate’s playful little skip. They linger and loiter over things. Tonight, no doubt, Minerva will sit a long while by her Minou and absorb the music of her breathing.

    Some nights I’ll be worrying about something, and I’ll stay up past their approaching, and I’ll hear something else. An eerie, hair-raising creaking of riding boots, a crop striking leather, a peremptory footstep that makes me shake myself awake and turn on lights all over the house. The only sure way to send the evil thing packing.

    But tonight, it is quieter than I can remember.

    Notice:  Specific words that evoke sound: hear, crow of a rooster, soft footsteps, breathing, creaking

    Phrases that evoke sensory detail: the settling of the wood floor, the wind astir, a crop striking leather,

    And of course, the sense of smell: wood floor, jasmine, fragrance of the earth.

    Your turn: What sounds evoke powerful memories for you? House cleaning sounds (vacuum cleaner)? How about: nursery rhymes, rock ‘n roll, thunder, gum snapping, crunchy foods, sirens, bells, whistling, animal noises, engine revving.

    What about water: Running water, gurgling stream water, waves as they lap to shore and recede to the ocean. Or maybe it’s more of a stormy day and the water rushes toward the sand dunes, crashes into rocks and hurries back to the sea.

    How about: Squawking sea gulls, the calliope of a merry-go-round, music boxes?

    Remember songs from movies, television theme songs, commercial jingles?

    What sounds bring up strong memories?

    Choose a prompt and write for 12-15 minutes. Put sound sensory detail in your writing. Just Write!

  • Foliate Oak Literary Magazine wants quirky writing . . .

    Foliate Oak Literary Magazine wants quirky writing . . .

    We love previously unpublished quirky writing that makes sense, preferably flash fiction (less than 1000 words). We are eager to read short creative nonfiction also. We rarely accept submissions that have over 2700 words. We enjoy poems that we understand, preferably not rhyming poems, unless you make the rhyme so fascinating we’ll wonder why we ever said anything about avoiding rhymes. Give us something fresh, unexpected, and will make us say, “Wow!”

    We are always interested in publishing intriguing photography, artwork, and graphic (you know, comics) literature.   Send all artwork as jpg or gif.

    Always include a short (less than 50 words) third person bio.

    Submission Period: August 1 – April 24

    We are unable to pay for work. If the work we have posted is later used in another magazine, we ask that you credit Foliate Oak for first publishing it. Authors retain their own rights and copyright to their works. Foliate Oak only requests one-time, nonexclusive rights. Work will remain archived indefinitely, unless author/artist ask that it be removed from our website.

    Complete submission guidelines on Foliate Oak’s website.

    Foliate Oak Literary Magazine

  • Random word freewrite, using sensory detail . . . Prompt #176

    Use these words in your freewrite: cook, chant, winter, smear, blue. Try to incorporate sensory detail.

    You know the five senses: see, hear, feel, smell, taste . . . and that elusive sixth sense.

    The sixth sense is known by various perceptions: common sense, telepathy, intuition, imagination, psychic ability and proprioception (the ability to sense stimuli arising within the body regarding position, motion, and equilibrium).

    Proprioception is further intriguing with this definition: The unconscious perception of movement and spatial orientation arising from stimuli within the body itself. In humans, these stimuli are detected by nerves within the body itself, as well as by the semicircular canals of the inner ear.

    Example of proprioception: Right now I know my ankles are crossed under my blankets.  (Thank you, Kathy, for this example).

    Sensory detail word peopleWikipedia definition of sixth sense: a supposed intuitive faculty giving awareness not explicable in terms of normal perception. “Some sixth sense told him he was not alone.”

    Thank you to my Facebook Friends for helping with the definition for the sixth sense. . . Karen, Kathy, Sarah, Rich, Katie, Terry, Ransom, Brian, Robin, Jordan, Elizabeth, Ginger and many more . . . many thanks!

  • Guest Blogger Alison Luterman writes about the “shadow”

    Alison Luterman Guest Blogger Alison Luterman talks about “how to be true to the complexity of intimate relationships, while at the same time protecting the dignity of all concerned.”

    The other night in essay class, a student read her story aloud.  Behind her moving account of her mother’s death, I could sense something missing.

    “I can tell from your description what a wonderful woman she was, ” I said. “But there are hints here and there about things that might have been difficult as well.”

    “Yes, that’s true,” she admitted. “We got into some tangles, but I didn’t know how to write about that part. Maybe I wasn’t ready.”

    I knew exactly what she meant. I also struggle with how to be true to the complexity of intimate relationships, while at the same time protecting the dignity of all concerned. I don’t have any one-size-fits-all answer. I just know that the weight of things unsaid, or said partially, becomes a presence in a poem or story, as much as the words that are actually on the page.

    As we continued our discussion, other students wanted to know if they always have to write about “bad stuff” to be considered honest. Aren’t some love affairs or family relationships just sweet? Isn’t mortality, that ever-present shadow of loss that accompanies every human love, enough?

    I admit to a certain personal affinity for the shadow. When I was very little, my father assigned me the chore of picking up rocks, finding earthworms underneath, and putting the worms in his vegetable garden where they would aerate the soil. He was probably just trying to keep a six-year-old occupied while he tended his tomatoes and zucchini, but I took my job very seriously. I still like to pick up rocks and see what’s writhing under there. Under the shame, rage, and terror, there lurks raw life energy, that thing we desire and fear the most.

    When my friend Carla was dying, she said her favorite word was “bittersweet.” Never had the beauty of life been so vivid to her; never had pain been so intense. That’s the shadow. I don’t know how to get away from it. That’s why there’s a big box of Kleenex on the table at writing class. At the same time that’s why the room often erupts into peals of raucous laughter, and why we all hug each other so hard when our time together is over.

    Originally posted March 15, 2015, Alison Luterman‘s Monthly Newsletter.

  • The Sadness of Ice Cream . . . . Prompt #175

    Today’s writing prompt is a poem. You can write on the theme or mood of the poem, or a line, or a word. Write whatever comes up for you.

    The Sadness of Ice Cream by Ron Salisbury

    The emperor had his and  I’ve had mine,  home churned

    on the fourth of July, spoon after spoon after she called,

    gelato in Ravenna, Neapolitan–chocolate was the best–

    pints, bars,  Liz  Topps  said next summer let’s eat lots,

    plopped  a  spoonful  of  Rocky  Road  on her bare belly.

    No more, my doctor says.   Cholesterol, blood pressure.

    Besides, right at the beginning, first cone, bite, spoonful

    licked off the belly,  we  begin  to measure how much is

    left not how much there was. The sadness of ice cream.

    Miss Desert Inn. Salisbury.180Ron Salisbury is a writer who has integrated his poetry with his business life for decades.

    Now, three wives deep, four children long, and assorted careers past, he continues to study, publish and write in San Diego.  His new book, Miss Desert Inn. is being published this fall by Main Street Press, Charlotte, NC

  • Don’t think . . . then you can add, embellish.

    Don’t think. Just write. Then you can add, embellish . . .

    “I don’t think about . . . things when I’m writing. I really try to shut off the thinking part of my brain. . . Don’t think . . . until you edit. And then you can add, embellish, and the next thing you know, if you’re very honest, all of the other stuff comes with it if it didn’t come before.” Sandra Cisneros, August 2015 The Writer magazine

    HeartMarlene’s Musings: Yes! Your first bit of writing could be a freewrite. . . where you write freely. Then you can go back and revise, edit. . . add, embellish . . . make any changes you want. But first get it all down. Write from your heart, from your gut. Just write!