Your Best & Worst Writing Prompt Experiences

This chatter is brought to you by rain, rain, and rain, and the color of all those flowers being drowned. So, yeah, here in my little corner of the planet April showers brought May showers. I sincerely regret that I never thought to teach my dog to wear galoshes when he was a pup.

Speaking of regrets: Don’t y’all feel badly that you missed the 2015 Re-Intro of Flamestorming? I sure do feel badly for you. We had timed writing sprints there, and it was all big fun.  As RicoChey put forth yesterday, different styles of prompts inspire writers (with the exception of prompt floozies), and writing games can very well lend insight to just what kind of writer you want to be.

I learn something new with every prompt and writing game. In fact, discovering that each writing discussion and exercise does indeed offer such learning experiences is equally important to me as that amazing feeling that comes with completing a larger work. And learning what limitations I have at the introduction of a game or project is equally as important as new revelations of style and voice that might come in the midst of a project.

Today, I invite you to tell me about your best (and worst, if you wish) writing prompt experiences. What did you learn? Did it change the way you approached your craft? Did you discover a yet unrealized and astonishing trait? #talktome

 

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One Response to Your Best & Worst Writing Prompt Experiences

  1. t.s.wright says:

    Your accent sure is comin’ through in this post 😀

    I don’t know if it was the best writing prompt I’ve ever had, but I recall it as my first. In my Junior Year of highschool, Mrs. Frost was trying to inspire a lackluster group of teens to enjoy writing and do it with zeal. The prevailing theme in our education priot to Mrs. Frost had been to discourage creativity and any expression of imagination (which had resulted in many paddlings on my end). Mrs. Frost was the first teacher who had ever given us free reign to write whatever we wanted.
    On this occasion, she had lined the room with a ribbon of glossy pages from magazines that contained full page images from island getaways to nail polish ads. She told us to pick the one which appealed to us the most and write a story about it.
    I was always enthusiastic about free writing assignments. It was like being given homework to go to an amusement park or swim with dolphins. The picture I chose was a hand – holding an old fashioned pen with a nib – in the dim glow of a lamp. I wrote the hand’s story and how it became divorced from its body. I was thrilled to read it to the class the next day and happy to have Mrs. Frost’s praise for my imagination. Most of the other English teachers I’d had would have lectured my macabre choice and marked my grade down for the supernatural musings.
    I wish I could find that story. I would love to compare it to my current thinking.

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