Monthly Archives: November 2012

11/30/2012 Writing Prompt


figurative and literal

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11/29/2012 Writing Prompt

In these instances, we need to break out of our comfort zones.

Write about breaking out or the boundaries of your comfort zones. Write a different you, or a same you with slightly skewed qualities.

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11/28/2012 Writing Prompt

Pick a childhood taunt and:

  • If you write fiction, incorporte a riff on your old “favorite” within your piece.
  • If you write poetry, create a new childhood taunt
  • For either: write the backstory to the taunt. Flesh out the characters, the event that caused the evil little rhyme
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Poetry and the creation of a chapbook

In an effort to continue my motivation with writing past November, I have enrolled in a chapbook workshop for early December. Though I feel I sortof know what I’m supposed to do surrounding this, I signed up because I figure it can’t hurt to be around other people that are looking for the same thing. Community motivation, let’s call it.

I already have a chapbook/series in mind and have been diligently posting new poems on Wattpad every week or every couple of weeks. There are 25 poems in all, and I have 19 that have already been uploaded. I haven’t decided yet how I’m going to put the physical version together and have been contemplating creating the book myself – sortof an extra arts & crafts project that I can use to occupy my time. Whatever I wind up deciding, I’m excited with the prospect.

In my post from yesterday, I mentioned that I do not write to be published, which is true. But that doesn’t necessarily mean I don’t want something to show for my efforts. Creating a physical chapbook to share with others is one way to have a more concrete final product.


I’ve finally worked through the demons in my head that on one hand say:

Write, because you need to!

Only to immediately follow up with:

Why bother? No one cares/will read it anyway.


I don’t know what changed in me to make it finally OK for me to stand up to myself – to battle with the voices of the cranky, negative editor and decide that this passion I have is for me and no one else. The joy I get from it is my own and any other positive effects it has on others that stumble across the path is pure bonus. This is the shift in mentality that I’ve been riding for the past few months. I feel like I’ve finally broken through from the internal voices that tell me I’m not good enough, that I shouldn’t tell people that, Yes, I am a Poet.

You know what, voices? You can stuff it. I’ve got better things to do than be silenced by you.

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11/27/2012 Writing Prompt

A glass sitting half _____

Write about what first comes to mind, then switch it to the opposite. Pick a new object, a new reference point and begin again.

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11/26/2012 Writing Prompt: Why do it?

Today, write about why you write.

I’ll start:

I don’t write for publication – so stop asking immediately after I tell you I write if I’ve been published or if I plan to be. I write because I am compelled to do so. From the moment I had a black and white composition notebook and pen in my hands, I was determined to put the ink to the pure pages and get out of my head all the things that didn’t really want to stay in.

I write to keep myself sane. To make sense of the world. I write to remind myself that I’m not the one who’s crazy – it’s the way we’ve set up society to be focused on production and output rather than pure creation. I write because I need creation in my life. I need the creativity and the satisfaction of being the one to bring it alive.

I write because sometimes the characters in my head are scratching at my snapping synapses to get out, out, OUT! I write because these same characters teach me more about myself than I could hope to learn from those around me. I write for clarity. I write to be vague. I write to stop the vibrating in my guts and hands and eyeballs.

I write, too, because I am utterly afraid of this world. I am afraid that I’ll lose some part of myself to the daily repetitive grind of doing things I’d really rather not be doing. I write with the hope that writing, in itself, can be enough for me to make it through the next 30 years of necessity. I write because I need to. I need to. I need to.

I’m not writing for you or you or you…. I’m writing for me. I’m writing to revel in this type of selfishness – this backlash against all those shoulds I’ve been hearing since I started making my own decisions.

On my choice of education:

Q: What are you going to school for?
A: English Creative Writing – Poetry.
Q: What are you going to do with that, teach?
A: No, I just want to write.
Q: You should teach. You’ll get summers off to write.

I don’t want to just write in the summers. I don’t want to teach. I just want to feed my creativity and write.

On NaNoWriMo

Q: I heard you’re writing, that’s great! What are you writing?
A: Insert brief description of work-in-progress here.
Q: What are you, going to send it to a publisher after, try to get it published?
A: No. I’m going to edit it and see what’s there.
Q: …
A: I’m not trying to get published. I’m just trying to finish something. To work on a writing schedule I so desperately need. To get these characters and this separate world I’ve had in my head since I was 14 out. I’m not thinking about publication right now.

There are logical assumptions people jump to when they hear about writing. They think of the “sensible” thing do to. The shoulds. My answers may seem lacking, flighty. Writing for writing’s sake? Preposterous!

I write to revel in the ridiculousness. I write because it is my own type of therapy. It is my way of dealing with the world, on learning how to cope with things. I do it because I need to do it, isn’t that quite enough?

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11/24/2012 Writing Prompt

The wind picked up the bird feeder and _______

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11/22/2012 Writing Prompt

It’s Thanksgiving in the U.S. today.

Write about gratitude, about all the little things and the people in your life you’re thankful for. Write about the lives of the pardoned turkeys, the lives of their pardoned predecessors and the turkeys to be pardoned in the future.

Today, as with every other day, make it count.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.

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