Write about someone who touches you, someone you open yourself up to, allowing you to be you.
Perhaps this is someone who makes you laugh.
Just Write~!
Write about someone who touches you, someone you open yourself up to, allowing you to be you.
Perhaps this is someone who makes you laugh.
Just Write~!

Song Titles – In Memory of Burt Bacharach
Raindrops Keep Fallin’ on My Head
What’s New, Pussycat?
Do You Know The Way to San Jose?
What The World Needs Now Is Love
Just Write!

Write about any suitcase or a particular suitcase.
Or a satchel, or a carryall.
Where has it been?
Where would it like to go?
Who, or what, does it want for a companion?
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What were your mornings like as a child?
Did you wake up with an alarm clock?
Did Mom or Dad or someone else wake you?
Then what happened?

Running away or running to?
Have you ever wanted to run away?
Did you run away? Why? Where did you go?
Or:
Did you have an ancestor who “rode the rails?”
If you were to be a hobo, carrying all your belongings in a kerchief tied to a stick, what would you have in the sack?
Or maybe you would have a knapsack.
Research shows:
A female hobo is a boette.
A hobo is a migrant worker in the United States.
Hoboes, tramps and bums are generally regarded as related, but distinct:
A hobo travels and is willing to work; a tramp travels, but avoids work if possible; and a bum neither travels nor works.
Be careful when you call a vagrant or homeless person a hobo — although this is exactly what the word means, it is a somewhat offensive term.
Why yes, perhaps I went down the rabbit hole with researching!
Thanks to Rebecca Evans for this “hobo with a kerchief on a stick” prompt idea. When she mentioned that in a conversation, I immediately saw the image of someone carrying a sack on a stick and thought “Great prompt!”

Remember back to your teenage years. Full of promise and full of hope for fun.
Hope that special someone notices you.
Looking forward to fun times.
Hope you won’t get caught doing whatever you weren’t supposed to be doing.
Because this was a time to take risks, to sneak past authority, to try new behavior.
Prompt: Write about one of those times . . . that you got away with something you shouldn’t have been doing.

“We cannot always direct the wind, but we can adjust our sails.”
It isn’t known who originally said this.
No matter, it’s today’s prompt.
Prompt: How have you adjusted your sails?

What would you like to learn?
You can start by using one or more of these sentence starts:
I want to learn . . .
I want to learn how to . . .
I am learning . . .
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Finish the following sentences as your fictional character would.
Or for yourself, perhaps a new way of looking at old ideas.
My full name is:
I live at or near:
I live with:
Today I want:
Today I hope:
I am happiest when:
I daydream about:
If I had my way:
I don’t understand:
What I could do is:
Sometimes I think:
If I were in charge:
I get angry when:
People wouldn’t like it if they knew:
If only we had enough:
A person can’t be happy unless:
I never told anyone that I:
Five years ago, I . . . :
Five years from now, I want . . .

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