Writing Prompt: One Whole Day

I woke up this morning without a care in the world. I had no one to please, nowhere to go. There’s snow outside, the fire is lit, I have everything I could need at my disposal. There’s a jacuzzi, a gym, a little shop, a comfy sofa, free coffee on tap. I feel like Paul Sheldon from Stephen King’s “Misery” but without the crazy, ankle-breaking sadistic fan. I feel like  could spend weeks here alone with the snow writing and relaxing. 

I have a day planned for just myself. 

1. watch a random pay per view film “Detached” – Adrian Brody. Depressing, but worth the $16 rental fee

2. Blog – check 😉

3. Gym (first time in months!) Bring on the endorphins

4. Curry for breakfast – check (leftovers from last night)

5. Jacuzzi – with a book

6. Call my Mom and spend more than 10 minutes 

The rest, I’ll just make up as I go along…oh yeah, there’s a steak, a very big steak in my plans somewhere…

If you had 1 day where you didn’t have to do anything but what you wanted, what would it be?

Writing Prompt: Anticipation

We’ve all had that feeling. That moment when you open the letterbox or log in to your email and there it is, a letter or inbox with new messages. When you’re waiting for something in particular to arrive, you have that moment of anxiety, will it be there? Then there is either that flash of disappointment and acceptance when you realise it’s junk mail. if you’re lucky, the message you were waiting for you is there and you have an entirely different charge of electricity running through you as you open your message and read what lies within.

I’ve been working away on my laptop and my heart skips a beat when I see a new message flash in my inbox. I eagerly hover the mouse to the message and click, but alas, it’s not what I’m waiting for…

If you could receive any message from anyone, what would it be? Write it down, send it to yourself. Enjoy.

 

Writing Prompt: Heirloom

I looked in the mirror and spotted the necklace I was wearing. It’s marcasite, one heart framed with another hanging from a silver chain. It was one of many gifts my mother gave me. On my fingers are the rings she has given me and it occurs to me that almost every piece of jewellery I ever owned was a gift from her. 

Do you have anything special that has been handed down? Write about something you’ve been given or about something you would like to pass on to someone else when you’re gone. 

Writing Prompt: Star Gazing

When I got home last night, I stepped into the garden and sat on the picnic bench. It was a clear night and warm for this time of the year. I looked up and all round me. The stars were out and I could make out the little dipper. I cast my eyes across the sky and found Cassiopeia. It made me think of the greek myth I read when I was in school. It’s amazing how much we cover when we’re young and how hard it is to find time to read and tell stories as we get older.

Try this, read a myth, pick your hero and write them a short adventure.

Writing Prompt: The Midnight Hour

It’s just past midnight. I’m tired, I’ve barely slept this week and I can’t sleep.

Try something different. I know we’re all busy, but one of the hardest things to do is to write continuously. One night this week, stay up, have a cup of tea at your side and start writing at midnight, when it’s quiet, when no one is awake but you and keep going. Write for one hour, get some sleep and in the morning, read what you’re written. Then write a summary of what you’ve written. Add a critique. Is it different from what you’d normally write when you’re in a hurry and you have the distractions of the day nipping at your heels?

Writing Prompt: Fresh Linen

As I pulled the sheets, freshly washed from the dryer, I let out a big yawn and began to think about bedtime. There’s something wonderful about the feeling of warm sheets straight from the dryer.

There are a lot of little things that make life a little more pleasant each day. Fresh linen, the smell of coffee and bacon frying. I love clipping the tags off of a new dress and when my cat leaps up the stairs, the bell on her collar signalling her imminent arrival at my side and when she climbs on my chest to lick my chin to wake me in the morning. I love pulling the electric blanket from my bed and climbing in. My favourite time of the day is dusk, just as the sun is going down and red light is pouring in from the living room window.

I guess this post is about little things you love. Start writing about what you like.

 

Writing Prompt: Your Story

Each of us has a story.

It is a comedy, a tragedy, a grand romance or uncommon adventure.

If you have been fortunate in life you will have had all of these. I count myself as among the fortunate because I have paid close attention and marked each one of these as I’ve gathered up the sum of my years. This prompt is a simple one. Each of us has a key event in our lives that defines us. Write it, if only for yourself.

Writing Prompt: Into the darkness

When I look out the French doors of the living room into the back garden, I see all sorts of movement. Sometime I can see a pair of yellow eyes staring back at me. I imagine it’s a fox with a ragged, mangy tail. Other times I think it’s one of the neighbourhood cats, staling the sleeping mourning doves sitting in the high branches of the magnolia tree. The best times are when I deliberately scare myself. I think there is someone watching me. I’m looking out and some ominous, unknown figure sits crouched in the hedges looking into the house as I write. I think of the cellar door. Could something find its way into the house? I make my way up the stairs to the front of the house and look at the empty street, a street lamp casting amber glow onto the pavement. I wonder, is the road too far away from anyone to hear noise from the house?

 

Write a narrative about someone alone in a strange place over night. How do the noises of the house sound? Describe every creaking floorboard and shadow in the woods… boo!

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