For a variety of reasons, I have not posted for several days. First, I have been preoccupied with the day job and other life issues. Second, the prompts for this week were stumbling blocks to me. This second reason requires some explanation which I will address in a moment.
First things first: today’s prompt is superficial and requires only a superficial response. My bedroom serves as a sleeping place, an office, a writing and art studio, and an extension of my clothes closet. Therefore, it is a mess. Piles of clothes, papers, artwork, shoes without mates, and other detritus litter every horizontal surface (and some vertical) plus the floor. No, I am not taking a picture of it. On the other hand, my desktop computer and my hand-held device are immaculately organized. There is a folder for everything and everything is in the right folder. It takes me just minutes, if not seconds, to find whatever I need. Enough said on this.
Let’s go back to my comments about the prompts being an obstacle to my writing. The prompts fell into two categories: those involving writing about other people and those having to do with writing fictional responses.
Writing about other people: I have made it a point never to write about close friends or relatives unless they have given me permission. Even with permission, I would not feel free enough to be candid without worrying over stepping on someone’s toes at the least, or destroying a relationship at worst. So I don’t go that way at all.
Writing fiction: I have written a number of short stories. I think some of them are fairly well-crafted. Many are not. But almost all of them have to do with a female protagonist who is either an eccentric person trying to navigate the ordinary world, or a “normal” person who meets with “extra-normal” circumstances. There are only so many ways you can tell the same story. So when prompted to write fictional accounts this week, I ran into a big block. It was too much effort and time to come up with something new and different.
I am sitting here trying to figure out how a prompt about being messy made me self-reflect this way. Maybe it is because my “inner-writer” is in a pretty messy state as well.
That’s all I got today, folks.