Write about nicknames.
Did you have a nickname growing up? If yes, did you like it?
If not, what nickname would give yourself as a child?
What nickname would you give yourself now?
Write about nicknames.
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Best or worst advice . . . Prompt #397
Best or worst advice you have ever heard or given.
Just write!
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Things I Can’t Forget . . . Prompt #396
Today’s Writing Prompt:
Things I can’t forget . . .
Take a moment and then . . . Just Write!
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Just Write! Prompt #395
Want to write? Having trouble getting started? Stuck in a rut?Using prompts, or ideas, are a great way to free your mind and unstick your blocked mind.
Set a timer for fifteen minutes. Choose one of the prompts below and Just Write!
I remember . . .
A childhood memory
Something bad that turned out good
Something you would like to see again
Someone from your childhood
How I really spent my summer vacation
Or, write whatever is on your mind.
Just write! It’s healthy. It can be fun. And it’s free!
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Do Dreams Come True? Prompt #394
Do dreams come true? I think they can. I’ve had a dream since 2005, an item I can now cross off my bucket list: Produce a series of books to inspire writing.The recently published, The Write Spot: Reflections is the third book in The Write Spot Series.
Today’s Prompt:
Write your bucket list . . . things you want to do. Your dream wish list. Take a few minutes for this.
Next: Choose an item from this list and write as if it were five years from now and you have completed your dream. A sort of cheerleading note to yourself.
Go on . . . Dare to dream!
For more inspirational writing on this topic:
Prompt #212: What is on your bucket list?
Prompt #216: Portals, Dreams and Promises
The Write Spot: Reflections is available for $12 at Amazon, Copperfield’s Petaluma, and JavAmore Café .
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Autumnal glow . . . Prompt #393
Finish the sentence and keep writing:
The autumnal glow, chilly afternoons, and crisp nights . . .
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Midsummer’s Day . . . Prompt #392
It was a sultry midsummer’s day . . .
You can finish the sentence or use the photo to inspire your writing.
Write whatever comes up for you.
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Prized possession. Prompt #391
What is your most prized or cherished possession?
Why?
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Mental Snapshot . . . Prompt #390
Our minds register events like snapshots, especially stressful or shocking events.Our minds take a snapshot as if we need to remember that point in time.
For example, you probably remember where you were and what you were doing when you heard about John F. Kennedy being shot or September 11th or the October Northern California fires.
For this prompt, I’d like to make it more personal. Yes, you can write about a global event. Or, you can use this prompt as an opportunity to take a deeper look at something that is personally meaningful to you.
Something that was a type of surprise or shock so you took a mental snapshot.
It could be good or surprising news. It could be something that was upsetting or disturbing.
I invite you to go inward and write about a mental snapshot you carry with you.
When writing about difficult experiences, take care not to re-traumatize yourself. There are many ideas on how to write about difficult subjects on The Write Spot Blog.
Type “trauma” in the search box. There are several choices on how to write without adding trauma. -
Yo-Yo Ma . . . Prompt #389
Today’s writing prompt is a poem. You can write on the theme or mood of the poem, a stanza, a line, or a word to inspire your writing. Just Write!
Yo-Yo Ma by Donna Emerson
He played twenty years ago at Tanglewood. We sat in the first row,
still as the moment after rain. Air full of ozone under an enormous
white tent for his perfect baroque bowing, for his move into the
music, his calm, restrained stroke.
People stood in the aisles. Yo-Yo’s strong bow arm reached front,
his body tilted back. His face, shoulders, then body transformed
into his cello and song.
His excited strumming. Plucking like a mad man. His confident
leaning, his fond embrace of his old cello. We stopped breathing in
the piano parts, our breaths pure when they burst out during the
double fortissimo.
Fully felt notes. Deep bells on tops of quiet mountains. He took us
with him. Swaying as one. At the break we couldn’t stop
exclaiming, filled with perfect sounds.
He thanked everyone who played with him. He walked up to them
during the standing ovation for him and said so.
Five year later he came to Santa Rosa. He let my son play his
Montagnana cello. Yo-Yo said he wanted to play bass as a child,
but his father told him their house was too small.
Listening while the children stroked, he thanked the air.
He thanked the children, clapped for their trying.
He thanked our ears and the music showering over them.
—Previously published in The Place of Our Meeting, Finishing Line Press.
