Writing is hard. Staying creative during a pandemic and all of the stress (for everyone), well, I figure I’m doing pretty good if I get one prompt up a month. If you’re looking for some weekend plans, here’s a new one.
Had a grand plan to start the new year on a more cheerful, optimistic note. But then things happened and I’m not even going to fake it. I won’t rehash or put my opinions out there to spark conversation or anything like that.
But I can contribute a writing prompt.
Something to help you keep writing.
Because we need creativity.
We need to make art.
We need to add something good to the world around us.
So, take this writing prompt and either make art with it or reject it in favor of something you want to write instead.
So I went on vacation for a couple of weeks. Strange mix of magical, empowering, weird and stressful. More so than most vacations. Sometimes you just need to, though, you know? Kinda like writing. I need to put this out there today. Hopefully, it helps you put words to page.
Hello and welcome back to Writing Prompt Friday. Today is the Friday before a 3-day weekend here in the U.S. In unrelated news, I ate cookies and milk for lunch so I can get off work earlier. Feeling like an adult.
And now, on to this week’s writing prompt…
What if the sun suddenly fell from the sky?
Until next week, enjoy your cookies. Or pie. Or veggies; those are good, too. Whatever your favorite treat, stay safe and healthy.
Hello and welcome back to Writing Prompt Friday. So I accidentally took up backyard birding. The hobby of attracting, watching and identifying birds in one’s own backyard. I began because I wanted to entertain our cat Henwen. (She’s indoors only; no eating them.) Turns out, I end up watching the birds more than she does. And my husband likes watching the squirrels the come steal the seed.
One thing I’ve noticed is that there are serious bird politics going on at the feeder. Lots of chirping and shoving for prime spots (even though all spots are the same). And then there are the hummingbirds, who feed at a different feeder on the other side of the yard. Watching these birds is rather like watching an avian version of West Side Story, only without the romance.
Which brings us to this week’s writing prompt.
Like people who talk at the water cooler, write the dialogue of a conversation happening at the bird feeder.