Writing Prompt: Random

My mind is going in a hundred different directions. It drifts to work and some intense meetings I had today.  I’ve been thinking about next year and the things I have to do to make it successful. I’m excited, but it’s going to be busy.  I have so many plans and ideas and there are so many people I want to share them with.

Thoughts have wandered to my family back in California and for the first time, I understand that if I wished it, I could leave and go back there. It would be hard, it would take a few months to get it all sorted, six at least, but I’m free to go when I choose.

I thought about Wanda, one of my dearest friends and how much I admire her independence. I wonder if the guy who invented paperclips still gets royalties. Titch is on the sofa with me asleep and although I know this is a long way off, just the thought of not having her with me makes my throat constrict and heart beat a little faster. The Terminator is on TV and I remember where I was when it was released in the cinema and how scary Arnold Schwarzenegger was to me at that age.

I feel restless and I wish my mind would sit still for just a minute. I’m hoping that by having a bit of a stream of consciousness brain-dump, I’ll feel better and have a chance to sleep, an activity that has avoided me for some nights now.

When I feel like this,expressing some random thoughts sometimes helps. I use this exercise in the morning sometimes, when my mind is still working, processing my dreams and trying to push them back until they’re nothing more that an indent on my pillow, waiting for the night to come again.

Try this, just write freehand for 30 minutes. Don’t edit, don’t stop. Just let your mind wander and see where it takes you.

Writing Prompt: Random

Writing Prompt: You did what???

I was out with a friend of mine this evening and we got onto the subject of some of the crazy things we’ve done in the past, particularly when alcohol was involved. We’ve all done something stupid or a bit daft. Once a friend of mine (who shall remain nameless) ran naked through a beach campfire. A couple of mates got into a fight (playful at first) that resulted in a broken ankle. I had an interesting run in at a strip bar in San Francisco (less said about that the better).

So, think back. What is the maddest thing you ever did after you’ve had a few?

Writing Prompt: You did what?

Writing Prompt: Trapped in the Lift

The lift in my office building is a tiny, square box that can fit four people if they huddle together. It’s not sound-proof and I have often heard conversations from within as I stood waiting for it on the top floor. There is a mirror at waist level that reaches the top of the lift and a number pad where you need to enter a code to go to various floors. It’s a slow lift but that doesn’t bother me too much because that minute and a half it takes to get from the bottom floor to the top affords me the opportunity to check my lipstick before I reach the top. This lift is old. It has broken down on several occasions with people in it and once while frozen mid-floor, four people were trapped for over an hour. Fortunately, none were particularly claustrophobic and having come back from lunch, were armed with sandwiches and water bottles.

I’ve often wondered what would happen if the lift stopped when people were in the middle of an argument, if someone was afraid of closed spaces, if it was over night, if one person has said something controversial to the other or any number of scenarios where people might let their guard down and say something when they think no one else is listening.

Try this, trap two people in the lift. Start with a line of dialogue just before they go in and have the conversation continue once they realise they’re not going anywhere for a few hours. What kind of conflict can you produce in such a confined space?

Describe the size and interior of the lift. Has anyone left anything in it? How big is it? It is the type that has seats? What building is it in, an office, hotel, residential block?

Have fun.

Writing Prompt: Trapped in the lift

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