Hello and welcome back to Writing Prompt Friday! As much as I’d like to give a preamble and lead-in to this week’s writing prompt, I don’t want to bias your perspective because these prompts are about your imagination and your story. Let’s just say, I’ve been chanting this phrase regularly these past few days.
I am one with the ficus.
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Your writer’s muse is undependable. You’ve got deadlines? The muse is outta there; you’re on your own. Mine lets the door slam behind her on the way out as she calls “Bye, Felicia!” over her well-groomed shoulder as she takes off to enjoy herself while I work.
I’m a copywriter. Deadlines are my daily norm, and I need a source of creativity on which I can rely. I call that source of creativity my little hamster Hortense. When the muse abandons me, Hortense is the one who helps uncover the creative gems that get the job done. She’s not in it for the glamour; she’s there because we have a job to do and we’re in it together.
You, too, have an inner source of creativity.
Take care of it, it’ll take care of you. Continue reading
Hello and welcome back to Writing Prompt Friday! This week I presented a long-time-in-the-making passion project here at work: our brand voice and editorial guide. I’ve been working on it for months and I won’t lie…I was nervous presenting my ‘baby’ to our vice president of marketing and chief marketing officer. I’d put months into this document. By the time I showed them my ‘first’ draft, I’d put it through 13 revisions myself.
But they loved it. It’s out for review and while I await their feedback, I get to bask in the glow of hard job well done. And that’s my win for the week.
That and getting a perfect checkup at the dentist, who gives me a rubber ducky when I’ve been flossing like a good patient.
What’s your big win for the week?
And now, on to this week’s writing prompt. Continue reading
Elusive Rubber Ducky Muse is unamused.
Got a moment? I know we’ve had our differences over the years but through it all, I’ve always appreciated you.
Your ideas. Your passion. Your inexplicable ability to make a silent exit when you’re bored. (Nice dinner party trick; how do you do that?)
Your independence is admirable. Your creative fire is undeniable. Without you, I’d be nothing more than a monkey at a keyboard, trying to spell my name right.
Yes, I know you aspire to — and deserve to reach — loftier heights than the project I now face. Your mysterious brilliance deserves a grander stage on which to outshine the stars.
Still, my task is one with which I could use your generous help if you so deign to give it.