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“Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it
everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of,
every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate
of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies,
and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and
coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and
peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father,
hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every
corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every
saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of
dust suspended in a sunbeam.”
— Carl Sagan
That’s a longer quote than I usually use for these prompts, but it’s
so perfect that I couldn’t make myself leave any of it out. It’s one I
turn to, when I start to feel overwhelmed by the state of the world.
“Still, round the corner, there may wait, A new road or a secret gate.”
— J. R. R. Tolkien
As an artist, this is a hard feeling to come by, but when you do it’s
the most satisfying feeling. It’s a feeling you can’t experience until
your there and not a second before.
Sometimes it can feel like the ending to your stories journey will
never arrive. Like you’re always looking for “a new road or a secret
gate”. When you get that excruciating feeling of just wanting to be
done, it’s important to remember what it feels like when the story
is actually done.
― Georgia O’Keeffe
Life isn’t about comfort. It’s not about finding your groove and
just settling in there and never leaving. If you’re not scared,
maybe your not trying hard enough.
And if you’re not trying hard enough, then what exactly is your
fear keeping you from doing? What are you missing out on?
“Sit in a room and read — and read and read. And read the right
books by the right people. Your mind is brought onto that level, and
you have a nice, mild, slow-burning rapture all the time.”
― Joseph Campbell
By the time I was three and she was pregnant with her third baby,
she taught me to read to myself so she could catch a break from
my insatiable desire for more stories.
If you asked my parents, reading was my thing. Books were my
thing. But really? Stories were my thing. They are still my thing.
They always will be.
Joseph Campbell says to read the right books by the right people
and I say that is left beautifully wide open. Read everything.
Learn from it all.
But they don’t splash. The way that a debut novel needs to splash.
Write about the legacy that you will leave behind today.
What does it mean to you?
If you are a fiction writer: take a page of advice out of
Don Maass’s book, and think about your main
characters. What are their passions? What are they good
at? What are they best at? And how can you work more
of that into the shape of your story?
WRITING PROMPT #6
“Would it please you if I said your eyes were twin goldfish bowls
filled to the brim with the clearest green water and that when the fish
swim to the top, as they are doing now, you are devilishly
charming?”
― Margaret Mitchell
They’re not being mean, mom. They just don’t want me to look
terrible. They’re being nice.
“A rainy day is like a lovely gift — you can sleep late and not feel
guilty.”
WRITING PROMPT #8
“I am fond of pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs
treat us as equals.” — Winston Churchill
― Emily Dickinson
“For some, time passes slowly. An hour can seem like an eternity. For
others, there was never enough.” — Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting
The story of Jesse and Winnie has always had me wondering what
I would if I were to stumble upon a fountain of eternal youth. I
don’t think my curiosity could stop me from trying a little.
I’m 100% sure there would be times when I would regret that
spur-of-the-moment decision, but how cool would it be to have all
the time in the world to see and do all the things? Of course,
there’s the argument that eventually I would feel lonely, but who
would really find an eternal fountain of youth and not share it
with their loved ones? I mean, really. Sharing is caring.
There are other caveats to think about if one is able to push past
the initial excitement of finding a fountain of youth. Like, do you
share with the public your finding? What would you do if you
didn’t share this knowledge? How would you hide it? What would
happen if you did share it? What would the world be like without
death? Would it be more united? Or give a reason for an
apocalypse? What would you do with all your endless time? What
would you do when you’ve seen all you can see? Is it even possible
to see everything even with unlimited time?
― Margaret Atwood
Three tiny sentences, each one tinier than the last. The way each
one constricts, tightens, creating tension without extra words.
— St. Augustine
People say things like that all the time. They’re not a math person,
they’re not a book person, or a science person, and so on, and so
forth.
And some people, they’re not school people. Their highest
ambition is to get out of any kind of education as fast as they can,
and never have to learn anything ever again.
Everybody’s got their own way of learning. And their own things
they want to learn about. I think everybody has some creativity —
sometimes life and circumstance just strangles it out of you.
I’ve never been very good at the subject. It was one of my worst in
high school. I didn’t find a good math teacher until I was well into
college. Professor Trinity Mecklenburg changed the way I looked
at and thought about mathematics. She made things more
accessible to me.
But even before that, I was always interested in the ideas. I’d
spend hours watching videos on YouTube, learning about
Fermat’s Last Theorem and all sorts of other trippy numbers stuff.
But it was all like some kind of black magic that never clicked into
my brain.
“Honesty may be the best policy, but it’s important to remember that
apparently, by elimination, dishonesty is the second best policy.”
— George Carlin
There are some people in the world that, apparently, have never
told a lie — like there’s some kind of moral purity that comes with
that dubious claim.
I’m not trying to imply that lies, in the wrong place and at the
wrong time, aren’t harmful or destructive, because they definitely
are. But the truth isn’t always all that it’s cracked up to be, either?
We Have To Continually Be
Jumping Off Cliffs
Write a time when you did something you didn’t know how
to do today.
― Kurt Vonnegut
Have you ever have the opportunity and not been brave enough?
― Bill Watterson
The kind where I wake up and realize I’m about 93 percent sure I
need cranberry juice, if you know what I mean.
― Susan Sontag
If it’s still something you struggle with, take a look at how it’s
affecting your daily life in unexpected ways.
I was a very anxious child, and while I’ve found ways to live with it
and drown it out at times, it’s always still there. I’m reminded of it
every time I meet someone new on a good day or step out of the
house on a bad day. The ways anxiety has seeped into my adult
life are oftentimes unexpected and require some distance to really
understand how it affects me as a person.
— Maya Angelou
Are our daily routines sending the message to others that we are
striving to exhibit?
“You were born a star; autograph your life with excellent works.”
― Matshona Dhliwayo
I knew just where. Under the place where my name was printed.
My own name.
Other girls practiced writing their names with the other last
names — those belonging to their boyfriends or their crushes
(celebrity or otherwise.) Not me.
I knew which name I’d sign on my books some day.
I’m married and I use my married name in my every day life, but
when I write I use my own name. The one I was born with. The
name I dreamed about seeing on a book cover long before I knew
my husband.
Just little things — lip glosses and earrings and little toys and all
kinds of little trinkets that we thought the other would like.
I’ve spent the last three hours in the O’Hare airport, with my
writer hat on. Observing. People watching.
It’s hard to imagine that this is the part that matters. But maybe it
is. Maybe it’s the getting there that makes the being there mean
something.
“Close the door. Write with no one looking over your shoulder. Don’t
try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out
what you have to say. It’s the one and only thing you have to offer.”
— Barbara Kingsolver
Writer’s block is the excuse you give yourself, when you aren’t
writing.
Only it feels so real. It really feels l ike there is some reason why
you can’t write. Your muse is on strike or the vibe is wrong or
you’re creative energy is blocked.
You just can’t do it. Only, you have to. At some point, you have to.
Barbara Kingsolver suggests just closing the door.
“I set my sights upon becoming the kind of artist who would make a
contribution to art history.” — Judy Chicago
If your goal is to write the next great classic novel, how do you
plan on getting there and what are you doing now to get closer to
your end goal?
Dreaming big is important, but not forgetting about how the little
dreams (and even failures) build-up to your larger dream is even
more important. Every little contribution is still a contribution, so
what are you contributing?
I Am My Own Muse
Write the story of your muse today.
Frida Kahlo’s idea of muse as the subject that you want to know
better is fascinating, Usually muse is talked about as something
that affects us — something that touches us and inspires
creativity.
It seems healthier, for the artist, too. Because muse as a being that
inspires creation means that if she doesn’t show up, we’re unable
to write.
But muse as the subject we want to know better? Then it’s always
there. Always.
Write the story of your muse today.
― C.S. Lewis
Anything that doesn’t breathe — that doesn’t love and hate and
grieve and celebrate and experience every single thing in between
— can die and be forgotten.
But the rest of us. Our energy never really dies. We don’t even
have to be remembered. We make an impact that echoes down.
Can you imagine how ancient ancestors whose names you will
never know have impacted your life and that impact makes them
immortal? And when you add your impact to theirs, you’ll become
immortal, too.
― Anaïs Nin
And Rebekah Crane is right, you and I do both know that it’s
overrated. It’s all overrated.
So why do we want it — whatever it is we want — so badly?
What is the one normal thing you want. The one thing you wish
you had right now, that it seems to you everyone else already has?
Is it overrated? What would your life be like if you could just let it
float way.
“The odds of going to the store for a loaf of bread and coming out
with only a loaf of bread are three billion to one.”
― Erma Bombeck
You can judge a lot about a person, based on what you find in
their shopping cart.
What could someone tell about you, based on what you put in
your cart at the grocery story every week? How about a random
trip to the hardware store? Your last Amazon delivery?
Maybe you stick to your list and hand over a fistful of coupons.
Maybe you are compulsive, and even you don’t know what you’ll
find in your cart before you rollup to the check out line.
Have you ever taken a look at someone else’s cart and wondered
what kind of person put those items together?
“I’d never heard of the ‘Lord of the Rings’, actually. So I went to the
bookstore and there it was, three shelves of books about Tolkien and
Middle-earth, and I was like, ‘Holy cow, what else am I missing out
on?’”
— Sean Astin
Is it possible that Sean Astin had really not once heard of The
Lord of the Rings or Tolkien or The Hobbit or any of it?
But if it’s true, it’s a good story and it kind of tickles me.
Right now, somewhere, there exists an entire world you have not
even heard of yet. A whole world. In a book or a movie or an
album or a painting.
Write about a time when you discovered a new
world today.
“Do what you can, with what you have, where you are.” — Theodore
Roosevelt
It’s so easy to feel overwhelmed and let that keep you from doing
what you need to do — both for yourself and for others.