I went looking for a quick writing exercise to get things moving today and found this Daily Post prompt from January that pitched this:
Write down the first words that comes to mind when we say …
. . . home.
. . . soil.
. . . rain.
Use those words in the title of your post.
I thought I would deviate from this prompt and try to tell a short story incorporating these words. The protagonist of the story was going to be a woman returning to her childhood home after many years away. However, I struggled so much trying to find a plot and resolution that I put the idea aside and decided to follow the prompt just the way it is written.
Here are my responses:
Home: orange, browns, mother, warm, safety.
Soil: hard, gray, clay, lizards, toads, gardenias, roses, lemons, tomatoes
Rain: cold, dark, wet socks, diamond droplets on window glass, rainbow
I am struck by the progression of the words. Each line starts with words that suggest a negative or neutral reaction to the motif. Then the words progress towards a lighter, more positive embrace of the motif. For example, “soil” moves from the suggestion of barreness to that of beauty and fecundity. I wonder if my resistance to writing a story surrounding the idea of “home” might mean that I need to work through some issues regarding them.
I wonder how often “issues” have been the source of my past creative blocks. Hmmm, something to consider.