Writing Prompts
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susandennisWhen I was a kid, maybe 12ish, I had a homework assignment to write an essay. On anything. My cluelessness matched my interest on a one to one basis. I didn't give a shit and had no idea what to write. I whined to my Dad about this and he went to the bookshelf and pulled down Bartlett's Familiar Quotations and started digging.
The one he found that he fancied was Admiral David Farragut's "Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead!" We talked about what it meant. It was perfect essay fodder. Daddy for the win.
A lot of my LJ friends are answering a question every day. And still others talk about how much they enjoy them. I feel like I get up, I swim, I sew or knit, I watch the baseball game, I write a sentence about each and then I do it all again the next day. I like recording the mundane but I think I'd like more. I had a great time when![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
celluloid_jam asked me what it was like growing up way back when. I'm always open to any questions anyone has - at least I like to think I am.
I've tried writing prompts before and can argue for and against. But, I figure it's time to try some more. These are random and will probably die out soon enough. Plus, if I don't like the question, I'll just change it or my answer. I said random, I meant random.
What is the weather like? How does it make you feel?
I bitch about the hot weather enough. It's hot out today. One of the weather peops just tweeted it is 88 degrees out. Hot weather makes me stupid. Lethargic, sweaty and uncomfortable with a total lack of interest in anything. But, here in the Northwest, if you stay in the shade, it is rarely uncomfortable. My living room faces east. I just went out onto the terrace to put something away and it was actually very nice out. Shady with a little breeze. No humidity. Most people in the United States today would say it was heaven out there right now. I'm not going to turn off my A/C or go outside, but at least I do know it's not horrible.
Plus, I was raised in the south. With no air conditioning at all. I was 16 before we had any air conditioning in our house. Or ceiling fans. We once got a car with air conditioning but it was horrible and neither Mother or Daddy would ever turn it on. I survived. I just don't know how.
The one he found that he fancied was Admiral David Farragut's "Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead!" We talked about what it meant. It was perfect essay fodder. Daddy for the win.
A lot of my LJ friends are answering a question every day. And still others talk about how much they enjoy them. I feel like I get up, I swim, I sew or knit, I watch the baseball game, I write a sentence about each and then I do it all again the next day. I like recording the mundane but I think I'd like more. I had a great time when
celluloid_jam asked me what it was like growing up way back when. I'm always open to any questions anyone has - at least I like to think I am. I've tried writing prompts before and can argue for and against. But, I figure it's time to try some more. These are random and will probably die out soon enough. Plus, if I don't like the question, I'll just change it or my answer. I said random, I meant random.
What is the weather like? How does it make you feel?
I bitch about the hot weather enough. It's hot out today. One of the weather peops just tweeted it is 88 degrees out. Hot weather makes me stupid. Lethargic, sweaty and uncomfortable with a total lack of interest in anything. But, here in the Northwest, if you stay in the shade, it is rarely uncomfortable. My living room faces east. I just went out onto the terrace to put something away and it was actually very nice out. Shady with a little breeze. No humidity. Most people in the United States today would say it was heaven out there right now. I'm not going to turn off my A/C or go outside, but at least I do know it's not horrible.
Plus, I was raised in the south. With no air conditioning at all. I was 16 before we had any air conditioning in our house. Or ceiling fans. We once got a car with air conditioning but it was horrible and neither Mother or Daddy would ever turn it on. I survived. I just don't know how.
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Please tell us about your romantic relationships?
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Date: 2018-07-25 11:28 am (UTC)PS - think I will borrow your today prompt to get me writing something too!
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Date: 2018-07-25 05:12 pm (UTC)And What was Your First Job is now on the prompt list. Thanks!
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Date: 2018-07-25 06:38 pm (UTC)I think recent studies (as if one needed them) indicate that it does that to most people.
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Date: 2018-07-26 01:20 am (UTC)We never had a/c when growing up at all, and thinking back, I don't know how I handled it, but that was life. We finally put it in on Long Island in 2010 after what we felt was the hottest summer on record. I do feel, however, that as you age you become less tolerant of heat.
I think I'd like Seattle!