In my local writing group, a couple of people have made boxes of doom. I decided to make one of my own, both for fun and because the point of the box of doom is that it’s filled with writing prompts.
I got the box decorated and made up some cards with word count minimums on them. The next step is to write out some prompts. I was going to do that today, but I am having migraine issues that Excedrin isn’t even touching, so I am going to save that task til morning.
I think I would have been okay if I had taken a nap earlier, but I didn’t feel like I needed one. And now I wish I had.
I am not sure what I am going to put on the prompts. I have a few ideas, of course, but I figure this is probably a several brainstorming sessions type of project rather than just a one-day thing. So I’ll have a bunch of blank cards until I don’t. And then probably here and there I will have prompts that need to die, and new ones that need to be written.
I want to make a variety of prompts. Some plot twists, some specific to different stories I have been working on, some revision related, some poetry, and some about getting out and experiencing some real world things. In a way, it’ll be more about a challenge than a prompt, more about being active in the writing process, much more about achieving goals than just getting words down. That is the plan anyway.
I have felt for awhile like life is a series of coping mechanisms. Of course it is not just that one thing. It is complex, and filled with twists and turns. And I want to make plans, and see how they contradict reality, and how I can best roll with that. And I am starting with this box.