I had the most wonderful dream last week, I was so happy. I owned this lovely building with a production studio in the upper levels which you enter through the coffee shop below. There is a stage in the back of the coffee shop for performances and events. All the baristas make magical concoctions and people come to talk and connect. The only music that plays in my building can be found in a film soundtrack. Upstairs there is an editing suite, a black box theater, prop room, equipment cage, a couple of conference rooms and a few offices as well. I was so happy walking through the doors in the morning, the barista handed me my coffee and we talked about how our numbers were. I went up the lift and greeted my secretary who told me we had an open mic night this evening at 8 and were filming two scenes in house in twenty minutes then moving to location to shoot six more. On the way back we would be stopping by a possible location for our next feature. She said we would arrive just in time for me to welcome the audience at open mic. Two of the sign ups had also submitted head shots for upcoming roles and I had to generate an opinion. It was a lovely dream, I would love to own such a business. Something that promotes all arts: visual, written, spoken, dance, theater, film and everything in between.
Tag: create
Prompt 15: Eavesdropper
15. Eavesdropper: Create a poem, short story, or journal entry about a conversation you’ve overheard. [because every writer is one]
Wait!
Don’t Leave. Just sit here for one more minute. Don’t walk away just yet. I have more to say. I’m not ready to let you walk away. Stay here with me. Don’t make a scene.
It’s funny the conversations people have while out to eat. When you tell someone not to make a scene, you are usually creating the scene. I felt bad for the couple at table 42, they probably chose this table for privacy; not expecting a five year old’s birthday party of 10 to show up at the large booth next to them. The mothers all drinking while the kids run wild. One child wanders over to their table and looks up at them with big blue eyes as she drops her milk next to the woman’s purse. I intervene as quickly as I can, cleaning the mess and ushering the child back to their table.
Ma’am please, try to keep an eye on your child, she is disturbing the other guests.
I point to the other table with paper towels all around the floor. She apologizes and has the child apologize to the couple. The woman looks as if she will burst into tears at any moment – how mortifying. I hear the mothers of the birthday party whispering about the bits of conversation they hear. I interrupt them to offer another round. They see in my eyes that I know what they were talking about. I bring a free cookie to the couple breaking up. That is when I notice the ring on her finger. I wonder if this man gave her the ring or if this is her lover. They have yet to speak of any children or divorce papers. Children. I notice a child near the railing throwing crayons. I return to the party and ask them again:
Your child is throwing crayons off the balcony, it is a hazard to our business. Please, this is not Discovery Zone.
The couple pays and leaves. The woman storms off before the man can grab his coat. Schadenfreude sets in and I am grateful for the three dozen roses on my dining room table.
Prompt 2: The Unrequited Love Poem
2. The Unrequited love poem: How do you feel when you love someone who does not love you back?
Resign
I dream of us together side by side
Your eyes don’t hold the same passion as mine
My hands reach up to touch yours run and hide
The world is crashing around me – still I pine
My head will mend my heart which you have denied
Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine
Picking up the pieces to mend my pride
Traveling through the wonders of the divine
Our world is full of adventure untried
For that, my love for you I will resign
Wandering out to the other side
Purpose in hand to redefine
Possibilities are endless time to decide
Here I am, It’s the end of the line
365 Days of Writing Prompts
I call myself a writer. I label myself daily, yet spend weeks waiting for inspiration to strike. It is time to take a new approach, time to gain some structure.
I’ve always been deep in the arts since I was a young girl – I remember performing in my first play before I could read. I used a tape recorder to learn my lines. When I discovered that you did not have to be the elite to write plays and stories for others to read and be inspired, I knew that was what I had to do.
Immediately I began entering playwriting contests and poetry contests, in college I discovered short stories and screenplays. After graduation, my life got flipped upside down and I didn’t know who I was anymore or what I wanted for myself. I didn’t even know what my reason for continuing with life was. That got taken from me and I wasn’t sure how to get it back.
I took the first opportunity to run away from life which coincidentally gave me one of the best friends and memories a girl could ask for. I learned so much about myself and my own durability.
Lately I find myself standing on the edge and afraid to leap. I know what I need to do yet I don’t do it. I’m tired of letting myself down. Tired of pretending to be something I’m not. A true master practices her craft every single day without hesitation.
In order to gain that valuable habit, I have decided to start a 365 day journey down the road of writing prompts to help inspire me and help me hone my craft. If I want to be the best, I have to train like the best.
I read through a plethora of challenges and this one resonates with me the best. Starting today, August 30 2015, I will take it one prompt at a time and become confident in calling myself a writer everyday.
Writers out there, what tricks do you do in your daily life to help your writing? Do you write everyday at a certain time? Do you have a special space? Share what helps you.
Prompt 1: Outside the Window
1. Outside the Window: What’s the weather outside your window doing right now? If that’s not inspiring, what’s the weather like somewhere you wish you could be?
Right now it is only 77 degrees outside and although our usual Florida humidity is up to 89% I can actually walk the dogs without sweat dripping off of my body. The voice inside my head reminds me that it is still early, the sun has a lot of rising to do. By mid afternoon it will feel like the sweaty pits of a volcano climber who has not showered in days. I see the sun now, creeping through the trees – my tomatoes are loving it. The glow it casts upon my balcony makes me want to dance and sing, to climb the trees as I once did, and to dive into a sea of water all at the same time. A couple more months. I have to remind myself that the heat will end, soon my sweatshirt and shorts will be the perfect armor against the fall weather. I dream of a road trip through the Appalachians, finding a spot nestled in the color changing trees to set up camp, and hiking through the natural beauty of the season. Fall is a time to shed old skin and become a better version of yourself. You are never too old to keep learning and growing.
Personal Pondering of Mine 