3 Misconceptions about #Writing Prompts

bowl of pencils wrapped in writing promptsLast weekend, I spent two full days hanging out in the studio during Doors Open Milwaukee, seeing several familiar faces and meeting plenty of new ones (thanks to everyone who stopped by!). And if you follow me on Instagram, you know one of the goodies on the giveaway table was a bowl full of cigarettes #writing prompts (see left).

Offer freebies at any event, and you get a range of reactions from people squinting at said goodies but keeping their distance to folks digging in for three or four. It’s a real sociological experiment.

a hand out in a blockFrom the people who chose their pencil and read the paper right there in the studio, I saw a lot of head shaking and heard repeat “oh no’s” and “I can’t.” In those observations, I realized most of us carry misconceptions about how writing prompts work.

Since misconceptions can sometimes be traced back to fear, and fear stunts any good writer, let’s clear up a few of those fallacies right away.

Misconception #1: With a prompt, you have to make up an award-winning story ON THE SPOT.

lightbulb lit upIf you can write an award-winning story in one sitting, forget the prompt; I want to know your secret! For the rest of us, think of a prompt as a nudge, a spark of an idea.

One of the hardest things about writing is to start. The prompt simply opens the door. Even if it’s a word or phrase you hate (and one person did toss his tiny prompt in the garbage), you still walk away thinking in STORY, telling your buddy later about “that time I stopped at that crazy writer lady’s studio and she tried to get me to write a book….”

Misconception #2: You have to take the prompt literally.

open notebook, blank pagesListen, creative expression is all about interpretation. If the prompt says, “yesterday’s coffee,” you could start with the cup of coffee you had yesterday. OR you could go straight to the syrupy mix you discovered in the office carafe last Monday morning and the fact that you were totally desperate, because (you fill in the blank), so you heated up that sludge in your officemate’s “I’m the BOSS” cup and drank it anyway.

Maybe you read the prompt and head down a road to the incompetency you felt the first time your wife brought home a Keurig and rattled through the instructions to “pop in this pod–” and “The what?” you asked. But she waved you off and kept talking right past your scrunched nose and furrowed brow. So the next time you were alone with the machine, all it did was beep at you and flash its lights, and all of a sudden the story is no longer about yesterday’s coffee but about man’s infinite struggle with mechanical beast.

A prompt works to get your creative juices flowing. Once you get moving, the prompt doesn’t even matter.

Misconception #3: A writing prompt is for writing, and that’s it.

Here’s the other thing about creative expression: prompts can be used for all kinds of inspiration.

man holding pencil and paintbrushMy favorite conversation during the open house was with a woman who wasn’t a writer at all. She picked out a prompt–with enthusiasm–and said, “I’m a quilter, but you never know where things like this will lead, what kind of new quilt this prompt might inspire.”

I absolutely love her idea.

Because STORY is everywhere. It’s on paper; it’s in conversation. It’s in the next letter you might write (hey, another use for a prompt!). We find it in images all the time. Why not let a prompt inspire another creative venture?

“Okay fine,” you say. “Where do I get these prompts?”

I’m soooo glad you asked.

>> Subscriptions to places like A.Word.A.DayBack in 2010, I ran a series on the blog called Wednesday’s Word of the Day, where I gave myself 24 hours to write a flash fiction piece based on A.Word.A.Day’s…word of the day (how many times can you fit the same phrase into one small paragraph? boy oh boy).

"It starts with one word" typed on sheet of paper in typewriterMost weeks, it was harder than heck to crank out a decent story in such short time, but all that choppy writing was worth it. One of my very-raw pieces, “The Peninsula,” grew in length and depth through years of revisions and recently found its way to publication in Streetlight Magazine. You’ll have to search the archives for the really rough version, but you can read the final story online.

And it all started with the word of the day on that fateful morning: “never-never land.”

>> Books! Check out Midge Raymond’s Everyday Writing, which offers quick five-minute prompts and prompts for longer sit-downs with pen and paper. Her advice is:

cover image for Everyday Writing“Choose whatever prompt(s) you have time for—and feel free to use them as they are or to rework them in whatever way best fits your mood or project. The only rule here is to put pen to paper, or fingertip to keyboard, and see where it takes you.”

Raymond and I think alike.

Plus, she offers insight and tips on living the life of an everyday writer, even when writing is last on your to-do list.

hand holding pencil>> Fellow writers. Bet you’re wondering what prompt you might have discovered in that pile of wrapped pencils. Here’s a sneak peek:

  • Misunderstandings.
  • Pockets.
  • It came in waves.

Give one a try. Better yet, write about all three in one fell swoop.

Word up. It’s Execrate, and I’m disgusted.

Wednesday’s Word means write something – an essay, poem, or flash fiction – based on Wordsmith.org’s word of the day and post it by midnight. Past pieces from this fun writing exercise can be found under Wednesday’s Word on the sidebar to the right.

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I’m feeling sassy today, maybe because this is the last Wednesday’s Word post for a while or because it’s the weather. Quite possibly, my attitude stems from reading the definition of Today’s word:

execrate. verb. to detest, denounce, or curse.

It’s hard to meditate on a word like that and not puff up my chest or haul out my soapbox. I curse the cold temps right now, for example, and the encroaching deep freeze that the meteorologist with the hair piece keeps gushing about (see? it is the weather). But, do you know the first thing that popped into my mind after I read execrate?

Food that cannot be chewed properly. If you’re a finicky eater like me, you know what I’m talking about.

*****

The Martyr

Cynthia closed her menu and set it on the table. Peter whispered to the waiter, who nodded and slipped away. Cynthia smiled that dreamy smile. Two weeks ago, Peter’s photo popped up on her online dating page with an “I’m interested” vote. She studied his profile. He had those deep, brown eyes that hinted at warm nights by a fire in December and boxes of rich chocolate on Valentine’s Day, so she bumped him up to “Let’s chat.” They talked online for an hour and a half. Then, they both sent the “You, Me, Now” instant message on the next day. It was so cute.

This dinner was their first real date, and she wanted to make a good impression. She paid him full attention and got chills down her spine when he said her name in the same sentence as “beautiful.” Was there a hint of an English accent in his voice? She hoped so.

“Beautiful!” He said again, when the waiter brought out their appetizer. Peter gave the waiter a thumbs up; Cynthia cringed. Oysters. On the half shell. Raw. Glistening globs drenched in their own puddle of, what was that she wondered, oyster juice? Peter’s hands flashed in front of her as he squeezed lemons and ground pepper and set out tiny forks.

“The best in the city!” He said. “Aphrodisiac,” he winked. All she had to do was eat just one. He lit up and spoke of Italy and the first time he ate them raw. She cooed on the outside but grimaced on the inside.

He picked up a shell and shimmied the oyster into his mouth and down his throat. He groaned. She shivered. But, what choice did she have? It was the oyster, or Peter. Or, the oyster and Peter. Either way, she told herself, she had to do it. She surveyed the platter for the smallest one. She picked up the shell and held up her hand. In a few seconds, it would all be over.

“To us,” she said, and she gripped the seat of her chair.

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Buckle up and put on your thinking cap.

The beginning of the new year brought me writer’s angst, flashes of hope here and there, and news of a very busy work schedule.

For those of you who don’t know, I’m a Sign Language Interpreter in real life. One of the challenges in my line of work is that I can’t interpret what I don’t know. That means, for the next several months, my brain will be steeped in outside reading materials to help carry me through my schedule. What that doesn’t mean is a full stop on writing.

I am, however, taking a brief hiatus from my Wednesday’s Word of the Day challenge.

I love that writing exercise (and maybe I’ll jump back into it sooner than I anticipate), but I also love my day job…for obvious reasons (that monthly paycheck and, oh yeah, health insurance). So, here’s where you come in. You keep this blog alive just by reading, and I’d love to hear your thoughts on what types of posts will keep you coming back :

I can’t make you take the poll, but it is anonymous. And, even if you say “Thank god for the hiatus,” I’ll still love you.

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