Write about your first job, or a job you had as a teenager.
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A time you felt free to be you . . . Prompt #355
Write about a time you had no worries . . .
a play-filled time . . .
a time you felt free to be you.
Does this scene look familiar? You know where it’s from if you’ve been to Maria’s Out West Garage in Petaluma, California.
Hi, Maria. 🙂
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Wrong Number . . . Prompt #354
Today’s writing prompt:
Wrong Number.
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If you could invent something . . . Prompt #353
If you could invent something to make your life easier, what would it be?
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Favorite time of year. Prompt #351
Spring. Summer. Autumn. Winter.
In-between seasons.
Write about your favorite time of year.
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“At the Ice Rink” by Alison Luterman . . . Prompt #349
Today’s writing prompt is a poem by Alison Luterman. When the prompt is a poem, you can write on the theme or the mood of the poem. Or use a stanza, a line, or a word to inspire your writing. Just Write!
At the Ice Rink
I came here to fail
and to fall
but not so well
as that man careening over the ice
sliding into the wall
as if into second base
shambling up, grinning, like a great bear,
and taking off again,saying, over his shoulder,
“You’ve got it backwards.
Learn to fall first,
then skate.”I end up clinging
barnacle-like to the sides,
inching around the perimeter like a caterpillar.
Wall-hugger. Nothing has changed since I was eight
and my parents paid for skating lessons
in hopes I would become more balanced.Now as then I am wobbling, terrified,
feet frozen like blocks of wood at the ankles.
Not loose-limbed and easy like Hilary
who rides the ice like a North wind scouring the plains,
nor deft and graceful like Ruth
picking up her feet and kick-gliding
in time to the ’70’s pop muzak.But what can we do
when fear throws its rustiest pickaxe
dead ahead in our path?Mince. Inch. Stumble. Pray
for the grace to fall
and not be rescued, pray for the scramble-upfor the liberating laughter that knowsit is not in our control.
There is the center, gleaming like a fish-eye.
Little girls spin on it, twirling their bright skirts.
It shines under its white scars like a destiny.—Alison Luterman As a child, I used to creep onto the stairs when my parents had guests over and eavesdrop on the grown-ups. A creak of the stairs would invariably give away my position and I’d be chased back to bed, only to reappear at the next opportunity, hiding and listening. I wanted to be where the interesting conversations were happening. I still want that. Only now the conversations happen all over the country, all over the world, with friends, friends of friends, and complete strangers. Our stories rub up against each other and expand and change in ways I could never have imagined when I was young, and they now include rocks, weeds, fruit trees, cats, stars, and myths from all over the world, as well as all kinds of people.
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Strongly affected. . . Prompt #347
Today’s writing prompt is a visualization . . . then the prompt. Set yourself up for an uninterrupted twenty minutes. Get comfortable. Have your writing implements nearby . . . paper and pen or computer.Settle into your chair. Feet flat on floor. Hands relaxed.
Rotate shoulders in a circle. Reverse direction.
Stretch arms out in front. Arms overhead. Arms to the side.
Take a deep breath in. Hold. Let go.
Feel your feet connected to the floor. And that connection goes down into the earth, way down, deep down, to the center of the earth.
Firmly planted, deeply rooted.
Feel the connection up your legs, through your calves, into your knees.
Feeling connected up into your thighs.
Completely relax into your chair, letting go of all tension that might be in your legs and thighs.
Just let go.
Deep breath in. Deep breath out.
Let your hands go limp. Feel the relaxation travel up your arms and into your shoulders.
Take a nice deep breath in and bring your shoulders up to your ears. And then let them down with a loud hrumph sound. Another deep breath in, shoulders up and down with the outward breath.
Relax deeper into your chair. Let your stomach muscles relax. Let your shoulder relax.
Feeling completely supported in your chair, feel the connection to the earth. Feeling connected to the center . . . the core of the earth. Your connection goes deep.
Relax your neck muscles. Loosen your jaw. Just hang loose.
Let your head drop forward on your chest. Just rest there a moment.
Rotate your head in a circle. Opposite direction.
Deep breath in. And deep breath out.
We’re going to do a bit of exploration now . . . scanning memories.
Sitting comfortably in your chair, scan your relatives for the person who affected you the least.
Next, a relative who affected you the most.
Now, a friend who strongly affected you.
What are some of the emotions that came up for you?
Go a level deeper.
Which friend or relative affected you in a way that surprised you?
Prompt: Write about that time.
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Family Motto . . . Prompt #346
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Un-do, un-see, un-know. Prompt #345
Write about something you wish you could un-do or un-see or un-know.
You can use this prompt to write about yourself, someone you know, or write how your fictional character would respond.
Just write!
