Writing Prompt: Good Intentions

I was having a conversation with a friend the other evening about how people lead their lives. We talked about how in the end, we’re judged not by what we intended to do, but by what we did. That makes sense, but it that the whole story? Is it ever possible to know what is in people’s hearts? Do good people sometimes make bad decisions or harm others?

I’ve known some people who actually have hurt people deliberately. They enjoy it and it’s hateful. I want to know what happened to the people who behave that way to make them lash out. There must have been a time before, when cruelty wasn’t in them. I wonder about that all the time. Does the desire to be good outweigh an evil act? Does hurtful behaviour that stems from prior pain render the cruel man less despicable?

I’ve known for some time that I am not the easiest person to live with, nor am I all together good. I have a recklessness in me that when unchecked, makes it difficult to govern my own behaviour. This leads to all manner of incidents that can lead to harm to others. But what haunts me is the idea that if my good deeds and mistakes are all I have to demonstrate who I am, how will those that I meet in life balance my account? If I offend unintentionally and can not redeem myself, am I, in the eyes of the injured party, only the sum of that one experience? Or, do people accept that those they meet are human with both good and bad days in them?

This is something I will never know that answer to, but I’ll continue to examine this and hope that when it come time to settle accounts, the good I have done will keep me in the black.

Try this,  write a story about some one who tries to do someone a good turn, but it backfires. How can they explain themselves? Are they forgiven? It’s a difficult one, but have a go.

Writing Prompt: Disconnected

One of the great distractions I have when it come to writing it technology. I know, I’m blogging, I’m writing this on a laptop. What I mean is that it is too easy to get caught up in social networks, to read the news, to watch hours of YouTube videos. For months, I’ve been without an Internet connection at home in the evenings. I have found that without it, I’m less likely to worry about what is going on in the office after hours, I don’t leap to my laptop the minute I’m back from the office, I don’t pick fragments of food from my plate as I balance my computer and a plate on my knees. 

I’m calmer, I’m clearer. 

Now, as of this evening. I have wifi……

I could be terrified that I’ll slip into my old habits of working at all hours and neglecting my creative time, but instead, having learned what it is to disconnect, I’m going to take the opportunity to turn tech to my favour and blog more frequently. This past few months, I have continued to write, but mainly on paper, which is not a bad thing, but blogging has been a great way to share…

So, try this – go tech free (not counting work) for a week, write about how it feels to be offline for a little while. Alternatively, write on the subject of isolation or what it is to be disconnected from something/someone. 


Writing Prompt: Moving Day

It looks like I’m leaving my beloved Scotland for my beloved London. This has only just become official and as I look around the house, I wonder how I could have acquired so much stuff in 10 years. What is coming with me and what is expendable? The cat, clearly, is the first to come along. Next, my hundreds and books and my clothes. The rest, i confess, I care little about. 

So, how do I solve the problem of packing my belongings when I don’t know where I;m going to put them, where I’m ultimately going to live and how soon I’m shifting from my house?

More importantly, what do I have with me that is of sentimental value and what are things that remind me of times and places I’d sooner forget?

Look around the house. If you had 60 seconds to grab something before your house burns down, what would it be and why?

Write about something dear to you. 

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