“Life is trying things to see if they work.” — Ray Bradbury Guest Blogger Suzanne Murray: I recently met a man in line for coffee who works for a company that offers technology for grade schools that allows learning to be personalized to the level of the individual student so each can get the specific support they need. I love hearing about such innovative practices. As we talked he mentioned a report about why gaming is so popular among the young. Even though they experience an 85 to 90% failure rate as they play, they learn from their mistakes and get better in the process. “It gives them a safe place to fail” he said. I love that idea. “That’s exactly like creativity,” I responded. It’s why as a creativity coach I encourage people to fall in love with the process. Just like the experience of gamers, when we relax…
Faulkner: Intimations
“ . . . our primary drive as humans is to be understood, be seen, and writers use words, these tools of precision and imprecision, to make ourselves understood, to make life understandable—to try rather, to endlessly try.” —Grant Faulkner To read more about Grant Faulkner and why he started his Substack platform “Intimations: Writer’s Discourse,” click on Intimations.
Hope . . . Prompt #802
Today’s Writing Prompt: Hope #justwrite #iamwriting #iamawriter
Time Machine . . . Prompt #801
If you had a Time Machine, what day, what month, what year would you like to travel to? Why that time?Who do you want to be there with?
It Happened So Fast
Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer’s voice on the page. It Happened So Fast By Robin Mills It happened so fast. A visit to the doctor. A diagnosis. A very quiet drive home, my mother, my father, my brother, and me. “I am so glad I just had my teeth cleaned” my mother said. Then six weeks later, just like the doctor said, it was over. Those six weeks were the fastest and the slowest. At first, she was awake, up, not in bed. She sat in her comfortable chair. We gathered around, talked, shared. Soon, she was tired, too tired. She got in bed. Initially sitting up, legs out, blankets over her legs, cats over the blankets. Then, soon again, she slid down, head on a pillow, blanket clutched up at her chin, cats on her stomach or riding the side of her body as…
Teleportation . . . Prompt #800
If you had a working teleportation device, where would you go?Why? What would you do there? #justwrite #iamawriter #iamwriting
Carousel . . . Prompt #799
Today’s Writing Prompt: Carousel
A box, at a bazaar . . . Prompt #798
You walk into an outdoor bazaar. Tables are filled with everything imaginable. The sun is bright. Large colorful umbrellas shade the goods displayed on tables. A box calls out to you, beckons you to come closer. You pick it up. Is it heavy? Light? What is made of? You lift the lid, and . . . #justwrite #iamwriting #iamawriter
BEE-ING
Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer’s voice on the page. BEE-ING By Su Shafer I have become a stone. A gemstone. Labradorite Or Moonstone maybe. No – an Orca Agate From the Earth, with an affinity with water. I am a stationary object. My unruly legs have taught me The power of stillness, How motionlessness invites presence In each moment. Today I watched a bee visit All the flowers in my patio planter. Her tender attention to each one The pollen pantaloons on her legs The song of her wings, Humming as she went from floret to floret Trailing in the air behind her as she flew off. Her busy work reminds me There are no small lives. I think of her and her sisters Bustling about in the hive, Content in their purposefulness. Unlike my quiet house There is no stillness in a…
Boys are . . . Girls are . . . Prompt #797
“Boys are made of snips and snails and puppy dog tails. Girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice.” What are you made of? What do you think of this saying?