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Prompt Your Creative Side

“I wouldn’t go any further, unless you want your delusions scattered,” his daughter warned.  She was sitting in the shadows at the far end of the porch.

“I was dropping off his jacket he left at the diner,” Joyce explained.

“I’ll take it, that way his unscrupulous reputation will remain without confirmation,” she said as she stood up and walked towards Joyce.

Joyce was confused.  She handed the jacket to his daughter.  She stood there for a moment gazing at his daughter, as if waiting for an explanation.

His daughter took the jacket as she exhaled her cigarette. “Thank you, I’ll tell him, you stopped by,” she said.

“Ok, thanks,” Joyce said as she took a few steps backwards to head towards her car.  She kept staring at his daughter in wonder.  His daughter glared at Joyce with a half smirk as Joyce got into her car.  Joyce could feel his daughter’s eyes to continue to burn into her as she looked into the rearview mirror while she drove out of the drive.

Joyce didn’t want to leave and was curious of what goes on behind closed doors at the Fuller’s residence.  Each time he came into the diner, he was polite, had the capacity to make others laugh, and his friends that would join him seemed to respect his opinions shared.

He had asked Joyce out last night, encouraging her to share some time, to get to know him better.  Now she had been warned to forget their last conversation.

 

Creative Prompt

Prompts are creative ways to get the imagination active.  So to speak, to get the juices flowing to create, to develop a perception that can grow.  Using a prompt can give me that stimulation needed to build upon a concept or notion.  I find using lines from the newspaper, or even comments from friends and family and pictures have inspired me with ideas.  I was listening to a conversation and the statement, “She kept staring at his daughter,” stayed in my thoughts.  Ideas of a mystery started to progress.  Who knows where I will go with this dramatic beginning.

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Creative Storytellers

Stories of the Past

Each day brings new opportunities.  This morning was a pleasant break in the heat of June.   The weather provided a refreshing morning to enjoy the outdoors.  Taking a walk gets the blood pumping and thoughts racing.  I think about stories told to me way back when, stories I’ve read, and stories I am writing.

Several years ago in a small town of the south, a house was leveled after the property went to the state with no family to inherit.  A surprising discovery of a body was uncovered that was buried under the house.  The body had been there over 40 years, and rumor was he had run off with his mistress.

That news article has now given me ideas to expand on the story.  Small towns of the south can be filled with mystery.  Maybe that is why there are so many legends of pirates, especially Blackbeard and ghost stories with no explanation.   Some folks have captured these legends and stories for others to read, but I will have to say when I was a child, they were more intriguing when I heard the old-timers tell them on the waterfront.   Their accent, pauses, and facial expressions brought those stories to life, and they were embedded into my memories as if I were there watching the events play out.  I don’t hear those stories told as much these days, but I still enjoy remembering and sharing with my children.  Today with our technology, I can Google those stories, but the realness of being told has faded over the years.  It wasn’t like the horror stories and movies of today, no scare of death.  These stories, filled with mystery and unexplained results could keep me on the edge of my seat, focused and wanting to hear more and more.  It is a time that has passed, but still alive in the memories of some to be shared.

Within the state of North Carolina, I found the legend of the small town of Bath to be intriguing.  A curse placed upon the town by Reverend Whitefield.  A town that was prospering with its ports and merchants and supposedly the corrupting influence of Blackbeard the pirate (legend has it; that his gold is still buried there), this Reverend was not welcomed with what he had to say to the people.  The folks of the town chased him from Bath and told him that he was never to return.  Legend has it; he brushed the dust of the town from his shoes and cursed the town that it will never grow.  Today, the town remains small with exceedingly little growth.   It was the town of Little Washington that began to thrive with its merchants and ports after the town of Bath was cursed.

I can remember listening to the story being told, and it took longer to be told than written.  I truly miss the storytellers of the past and their creative inspiration that gave way to my imagination that left a lasting memory.

Exercise Creativity

Take Me Home

It has been one of those weeks when cloud cover seems to stay and moisture lingers in the air with the scattered thunder storms. It has been a pleasant week to complete some things indoors, including reading. I have read some intriguing books and even read that typically the genre I find fun to read is often the best genre for my writing. I do not know if there is a lot of truth in that ideology. I have enjoyed books of mystery, crime, and even romance, but I write through the view point of a cat.

I had done an exercise in the past that suggested picking an age I had fond memories. Then describe myself at that age and what I wished for out of the future at that age. Then compose that description into a character. Believe it or not, that is where I got the idea for speaking through the cat. At a young age, I was so fond of animals, especially cats. When neighbors lost their pets, they would call my house first to see if I had brought them home. If a puppy came up to me as I was walking home from school and seemed to want to follow me, and then home with me, he came. I was more than willing to let him stay, provide food and water and give him a name. I was determined to rescue all abandoned pets. Today, I still have a weak heart when it comes to stray animals. So, now explaining that exercise, that gives insight to where my characters come from in my stories.

I will admit that various exercises suggested through classes, magazines, and the Internet can provide inspiration to writing. When I have those moments, and hopefully less than more, and my thoughts do not seem to stay focused on writing the story at hand, these exercises seem to help add fuel to give creativity a boost. One exercise I liked, I call the Hallmark exercise, and you were to think of a Holiday, one that was memorable and exciting. Let yourself go back in time and feel the emotions you felt. Then write about the emotions in tangible detail. What would you describe that can be touched, but expresses tender joy? Another was to write about your favorite Holiday food. Allow yourself to use your senses and capture each element of aroma, texture, taste and appetizing appearance.

The first time I attempted some of these exercises, well, some of those first drafts have been deleted. But I will say, I have gotten ideas from those attempts and even used some of the descriptions from the exercises in some of my stories.

So, if it is a rainy day and you find it is a reasonable time to remain indoors, what genre do you like to read? Maybe it is an opportune time to write, like a letter to a friend and describing that new recipe for cheesecake you just baked. Make your friend reach out and contact you because she could just smell, taste and see that scrumptious, delectable dessert.

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