(Thank you everyone who called and e-mailed me, I’m humbled. I really am. I’ll update on my mental state soon. The news isn’t all bad.)
On to this week’s PROMPTuesday. So as I was thinking of what to do this time, my wise and creative friend, Kristine, reminded me of the “first sentence” writing prompts, and I thought she was on to something.
So, I’m taking her recommendation — with a twist.
Thanks to the Story Spinner, I generated a random prompt that’ll give you a starting phrase, the setting, and two items to include in your story.
Here they are:
First sentence for your story: “Dear Diary,”
Setting: In a limousine
Two words you must include while writing:
As always, please give a nod to the “rules”:
- You must write your entry in 10 minutes. This encourages top-of-mind, primal thinking before the ego and judgmental brain kicks in. Just set a timer, make your kid count to 600 slowly, whatever. It’s an honor system. And I trust you.
- Keep to 250 words or less.
- Please have fun. Don’t put pressure on yourself. Together, let’s rediscover the simple joy in the writing process.
And by the way, forget Mr. Linky. I’m casting him out of my circle. Instead, just post your submission in the comments OR post in your blog and leave a link to your blog in the comments.
Good luck! And have fun!
Here’s my submission:
Today I saved the world. Ha! I’ve always wanted to say that. But now, it’s true. It was inadvertent, as you might guess. Some guy approached me in the grocery store about a prophecy. Seems I’m seventh in a long line of Russian farmers who fight evil. I don’t know. I do remember hearing something about the Bolsheviks from my grandma, but…
Where was I? Yes! Saving the world! How great is that. Well, blah blah blah. There was a missile, I used some telepathy and potatoes I didn’t even know I had to smoke out the bad guy and averted disaster. Now I’m in a limo on my way to a celebration in my honor. Pretty sure there’ll be vodka there. I can’t wait to tell the kids. It’s been a long day and really, I just want to get home, see my family, put my “World Saver” trophy on the hearth and get to bed. What now though? Will these people keep in touch? Will I be asked to fight evil again? So many questions. More later, Diary.
Best I can do. Don’t pick on me. I’m depressed, remember?