I post every day. Unless I don’t. I mean, sometimes I set up a post ahead of time and then I’m like, “Neener, neener!” and then I get all, “I gotta post! I GOT TO POST!” Isn’t that kind of sad? Anyway, I post at least once every day, always here (even if it’s only a writing prompt) and sometimes elsewhere, as well.
How do I do it? Well, it isn’t by providing content, that’s for sure. –Um, I mean, I do it by thinking up lots of things to post about when I’m not actually posting.
Seriously, I’ve often said (Yes, Mother, we know you have) that EVERYTHING is about writing, and it is. Today, for instance, I was at the hospital visiting Mom (disappointed not to be coming home today, but generally in good spirits) and passed the woman on the Zamboni polishing the floor. I said, “I’d love that job!” She said, “Well, I’d let you have it, because it gets boring.” And I thought, “No way!” I mean, you could:
- listen to music on an MP3 player
- listen to an audio book
- dictate letters or story ideas into a little recorder
- eavesdrop on loud conversations or read lips or invent stuff based on body language
- pretend you were on a real Zamboni and imagine what kind of ice extravaganza you were preparing for
I am totally going to put a lady who polishes the hospital floor into a story sometime. I may give her her own book. She might live in one of the Storybook Style houses in my Spadena Street series (planning stages, but one short story done and published in THE GIFT OF MURDER).
WRITING PROMPT: Stop and talk to somebody you see working. Imagine a character working that job.