Between Oct. 2007, and July 2010, I shared 17 editions of this series.
In 2010 I wrote 4 more.
In 2011 I wrote 3, with the last in September.
This morning I did what I should have done years ago, and created a new Category Archive for them all to be easily discovered, and explored...
Prompting Yourself to Write: Let the Mad One Stimulate U!
Why so few the last 2 1/2 years?
The usual excuses one uses when supposedly blocked, or afraid of challenging oneself because of any number of reasons from supposed lack of time, to would anyone care to read, comment, or try the prompt themselves?
I let life get in the way in many ways.
In the past year, though, I've been reading a lot of books meant to rejuvenate ones confidence, courage, determination, and writing skills, and ideas.
Even as my broken ankle set me back in my personal goings on, my creative side, here, and at Meowsings, have carried on, and I've even returned to the Open Mic Circuit.
I've taken up doing a Morning Pages Journal, and have begun a regular Journal, and a Writing Prompt Journal, all meant to inspire me to write every day, and maybe also give me different things to share on this blog every day, as well.
Maybe such scribblings will lead to changes in my personal, career, and creative, lives?
That's the theory, and the belief, behind such things, as promoted by Julia Cameron, and many others in the collection of books on my shelves.
So, here I am, with the first new Writing Prompt I've done since last year....
Write About Sunday Afternoons (Set a Timer for 15 minutes, and write non-stop.)
Sunday afternoons are for contemplating the sermon from church in the morning, or for trying to remember what the hell the subject was because you slept thru the sermon...in the front row, right infront of the Pastor.
Sunday afternoons are for nice, leisurely bike rides along the river trail, or a slightly more hazardous ride along the busy beach trail, the wind in your hair, the smell of flowers, or the sea, in your nostrils, as you find yourself laughing at the squirrels jay-walking across your path, along the river, as if you were not there, or you find yourself cussing out walkers, joggers, skaters, people walkiing their Dogs, or babies in strollers, and even your fellow cyclists, for their dangerous inattention on the trail at the beach.
Sunday afternoons are for picnics at the park, or for sitting at home, popcorn, hotdogs, and beer, in your lap, watching a ballgame.
Sunday afternoons are for holding your significant other in your lap and, um, well, hee, hee, you don't need ME to tell you what to do, do you? :-D
NOTE: Prompt taken from A Writer's Book of Days (Original Ed.) by Judy Reeves.
If you attempt the prompt on your own blog leave a link in the comments. :-D
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