Writing Prompt – April 16, 2010

QuoteSnack offers fresh quotes daily, attributed and linked to a confirmed, published source. In addition, I’ll sometimes post a writing prompt with simple instructions. The next post will be a quote that has something to do with the prompt, so you can take a peek at differences or similarities in how someone else relates to using the same words.

There is no wrong approach. Don’t worry if something seems to be a lot more emotionally charged than it is on the surface, or if some prompts are duds for you. This is a mind-opening exercise; anything is possible.

The Prompt

Directions:

  1. Be ready to write, word processor open, or pad and pencil in hand. Set a timer for five minutes.
  2. Clear your mind.
  3. Click “Reveal Writing Prompt” below, and look at the prompt for the space of one deep, quiet breath.
  4. As you start the second breath, clear your mind of expectations.
  5. Write, full on, whatever comes to you, for five minutes. Do not stop to correct anything – just go.
  6. When the time is up, you have to stop.
  7. Get up and wiggle. Move. Laugh. Growl. Pat self on back.

You’re welcome to leave comments about the experience and anything that comes of it, including links or even your entire prompt-generated exercise. However, please don’t look at any comments until after finishing your own writing. What you’re doing right now is a personal thing.

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One Response to “Writing Prompt – April 16, 2010”

  1. Shelli Says:

    “There’s a nice knock-down argument for you!”

    “What? I was just trying to make my point,” Phoebe said.

    “Right, with a dagger.” Jackson sniggered.

    “OK, maybe I was a little forceful, but that doesn’t change my position.” She began to twirl her hair around her finger, a sure sign that she wasn’t so sure anymore. “Besides, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

    “Oh, don’t worry, I’m a little tougher than that.” OK, now he was just playing with her. Her ire began to raise again. She fought hard over the last three years to be taken seriously. Apparently she had gotten no where.

    Jackson smiled at her, that winning smile that usually worked magic. She braced herself against it. She knew she was winning this one, and she wasn’t giving up that easily.

    He took her in his arms. His breath was warm on her neck. She was completely disconcerted.

    “All right, I give up — but you lose,” she said. “You know you’re beaten when you have to resort to tactics like this.”

    He laughed, a guilty, little boy caught kind of laugh.

    “Fair enough,” he said. “But I still win when we make up.”

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