PROMPTuesday #175: Your Childhood Friend

 

I’m going to write a book someday!

 

It struck me the other day as I was riffing with my writing partner that I loved the creative process. Even if the messiness of it gets to me sometimes. You know that without-hope part when you’re kicking ideas around and there’s too many — or not enough — and you lose focus and become done with it all and then a light shines at the end of the cave and you fumble toward it and next thing you know you’re out of the abyss of process and into the shine of idea production?

 

And then I remembered my first partner in creative ideating — Dawn (isn’t that name apt). We made an insane amount of ideas come to life, on cassette tape after cassette tape, which we’d play for our unwitting parents after we emerged exhausted and exhilarated from our “recording studio,” located in the far right corner of Dawn’s bedroom, across from the Barbie penthouse and Sunshine Family camper.

 

Those days soared. I lived smack dab in creativity and promise and was best friends with someone who got me.

 

So the prompt for today:

 

Describe your closest childhood friend.

 

This prompt comes courtesy of creative genius, this guy. Because although I think often of my best childhood friends and the road which led from them to me, I never prompted it, until he gave me the idea on Twitter last night.

 

Please post your submission in the comments OR post in your blog and leave a link to your blog in the comments.

 

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6 thoughts on “PROMPTuesday #175: Your Childhood Friend”

  1. I don’t have a story at the moment, but I love this idea! Great way to get the writing juices flowing, especially when you’re having trouble.
    And love the school photo!

  2. I will ALWAYS remember my closest friend: Tommy FOti. I’ve thought about him for years.

    YEARS later I ran into him: he had gone in to become a “brother.” Like a junior catholic priest.

    I adored Tommy FOti.

  3. The one friend I remember spending the most time with had a mother that encouraged me, and introduced me to things like crepes and asparagus.
    This friend and I used to get into arguments over semantics, using words like actually and literally.
    She became a “Real Life Housewife of….”

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