I have this thing with writing prompts – I hate them. Those questions or direct orders to write don’t inspire me to write at all. I don’t know why I detest them, but I do. That’s why it’s hard to find a writing group and attend writing classes and workshops where there are prompts galore.
What I love are writing prompts that I receive from life. Those little things I see on the ground, the major events that either ignite or rock my days, and the seemingly ordinary occurrences that happen, or a word or gesture from the people who flit through my life. I love the way they encourage me to feel my feelings at that very moment. Watching out for the writing prompts from life allows me to live in the moment. And later, when I can sit down, I love the way they inspire me to dig deep. The words always flow as a result of my excavation efforts, along with revelations, realizations and lessons. No thinking, just feeling.
Ironically, this post was inspired by a prompt from The Daily Post Photo Challenge. One word, this week’s theme, brought back memories…
Of how BROKEN beads, the sight of them, sparked a passion to collect antique beads. How that passion brought me frequently to the mountains where the native tribes live. How I fell in love with the mountains and the tribespeople. How, as a journalist, I made monthly forays to the mountains in search of beads and stories. How I found aspects of myself instead. How all these have inspired me to write short stories and articles about beads, the mountains, and an old, bent woman I had christened “Bugan-na-lak.”
Everyday, I am on the look out for writing prompts from life. Writing from what life dishes out to me make my days not only memorable – it has enriched my life beyond measure.