WRITING: Writing prompts–blog or journal posts

It’s drizzling and windy outside, and has been for three hours. The rain splattering against the windowpane is quite soothing, but if it thunders, the dog will go bark-o-rama. While zoning out, I found a website that gives you ideas for blog posts or journal entries. Don’t know if any of them will interest y’all, but here are the best ones it came up with for me.

If your favorite smell was a color, what color would it be? (Mine’s easy. Orange IS a smell AND a color AND a flavor! All good, except now that I can’t eat fruit, I have to settle for that diet orange soda, and it’s made from resin of something *ick*.)

Write about that package you were afraid to open. (That could be a real package, an imaginary one, or a metaphorical one that’s symbolic.)

Publish the results of some research you’ve done. (Wow . . . that could take years.)

Explain why you believe in God.

Explain why your mother should have apologized to you.

Write about something that makes you angry.

Write about your most boring date.

Enumerate the unusual items in your junk drawer. Add photos. (Too revealing. . . .)

What’s your favorite nonsense word? (Leebossa. Ankendosh. Ick-en-spick. [All from _The Secret Language_ by Ursula Nordstrom.] Frotzimeister. Zamma. [The sound of someone you’re ignoring or dozing off to, such as a teacher or boss. “He was going on about it, zamma, zamma, zamma, and then he asked me a question!”])

Compare the pros and cons of an issue.

Form a blog review group and review each other’s blogs. (Er, maybe not.)

The website is here, if you want to take your chances with it.

Or you could just think up topics on your own!


Author: shalanna

Shalanna: rhymes with "Madonna" and "I wanna," and is not a soundalike with "Hosanna" or "Sha-Na-Na." Aging hippie with long hair, husband, elderly mother, and yappy Pomeranian. I've been writing since I could hold a crayon. I started with fiction, which Mama said was "lying." “Don’t tell stories,” she would admonish, in Southern vernacular. “That's all in your imagination!” When grownups said this, they were not approving. So, shamed, I stopped telling stories for a few years--rather, I stopped letting anyone read them. I'm married to a fellow computer nerd who doesn't really like hearing about writing, but who reads sf/fantasy and understands the creative drive. I'm actually a nonconformist/hippie still wearing bluejeans and drop earrings and the Alice-in-Wonderland hair with headbands and sandals. Favorite flavor is chocolate/orange, favorite color is either Dreamsicle orange (cantaloupe) or bubble-gum pink, favorite musical is either Bye Bye Birdie, Rocky Horror, or The Producers . . . wait, I also love The Music Man. Is this getting way too specific and irrelevant yet? Obvious why I don't sell a ton of flash fiction, isn't it? To define oneself, I always say, it is good to make a list. How about a booklist? Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird Frank and Ernestine Gilbreth, Cheaper by the Dozen C.S.Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (all the Narnia books) J.R.R.Tolkien,The Hobbit/LORD OF THE RINGS trilogy Gail Godwin, The Odd Woman F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby J. D. Salinger, Catcher in the Rye (before dismissing it, actually read it) George Orwell, 1984 Kurt Vonnegut, Cat's Cradle Donna Tartt, The Secret History Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn James Allen, As A Man Thinketh Mark Winegardner, Elvis Presley Boulevard James Thurber, My Life and Hard Times The Wizard of Oz, L. Frank Baum Winnie-the-Pooh/House at Pooh Corner, A. A. Milne Peter Pan, J. M. Barrie The KJV and NIV Bible (each translation has its glories)

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