My garden is in my house, guys. I should have known better…getting all plant-happy and banking on continually warm weather. News flash, Minnesota is not a continually warm weather kind of state. Due to plunging temperatures going under freezing, all plants were carried inside while fighting off an overzealous goat to keep him out of our little garden sanctuary. The garden bed is still there housing seeds that have yet to sprout but my herbs, hanging flowers, tomatoes and peppers are now inside enjoying the warmth for possibly the next four days.
With gardening off the list of coping mechanisms for the time being, I’ve turned to writing. It’s been difficult to write and feel creative in the midst of a pandemic. A lot of what I’ve been working on has suffered in silence as I’ve tried to navigate anxiety, panic attacks, work and schooling my children. I’m excitedly counting down the days when my kiddos distance learning is at an end and I can breathe a little bit easier. My last day of working comes shortly after that and then I think this pressure on my chest will ease considerably.
With my creative juices stagnant, I’ve had to look for ways to kind of revive them. I was in Target the other day and picked up this notebook that I’m going to try out and see if it helps things along. It’s called Write the Story.
The journal is filled with writing prompts for short stories with a list of words you have to work into the story. So…prompt one ended up a little bit like this and it seemed to do the trick, temporarily at least. 🙂
Prompt One: A Strange Request at a Piano Bar: Including the following words – carnival, sprained, mask, oxidation, awkward, apple, juvenile, controversy, twirl, and sassafras.
There’s controversy at the piano bar tonight. Awkward controversy. Like a carnival game where no one knows if they really won when they’re walking away with a sketchy stuffed animal who’s fur is tarnished from the oxidization of the sun on a hot July afternoon,. .
A juvenile in a mask sits on the piano, elbows resting on his knees. The microphone dangles by the cord from between his fingers. He’s a snappy dresser – agile socks clashing with the lime green dress coat and blue corduroy pants. But he’s confident. He shouldn’t be there. He’s far too young. But his appearance keeps anyone from kicking him out.
“Play some Hot Smoke and Sassafras,” he calls out in a snappy voice sprained by youthful arrogance.
I down my apple martini in one swift gulp and leave. I’m singing the first verse under my breath before the pianist starts playing the opening cords of the wrong song.
So there you have it…prompt one. Kind of fun, kind of crazy, definitely a help with the writers block. For anyone interested, I found this book at Target in the Journal section. I’m sure you could find it on Amazon too. There’s not much room for writing. You get one page at the most. But it’s interesting enough that I’ll give it a try.
I hope you all have a wonderful weekend and Mothers day. Treat mom’s a bit extra this year. We’re struggling. We might not show it, but we are. Make your mom some coffee, bring her breakfast in bed, clean for her. She needs it, I promise.