How’s your week been? I know it’s almost over. I heard something on the news that really ticked me off. And it wasn’t even about news at all.
And I thought I would use it as fodder for Triple F (of course), which is Fabulous Fiction Friday and a writing prompt for everyone, in case you just popped in (and welcome to you if you have!)
Anyway, a news anchor said, I think it was Tuesday, something to the effect of that with Labor Day gone, summer was unofficially over.
This kinda ticked me off, and I didn’t want to face it. I like lazing around in summer a little bit, you know? Even though there’s yard work to do, I like to relax, make plans for the future, and take time out to get things done I normally wouldn’t do, like writing books or working hard on new types of projects or my own manuscripts. I did discuss an excellent strategy over this way to make sure I could do that every day, but haven’t been keeping up with that the way I should.
So, we ball all that together to come up with this week’s writing prompt:
Your character is told something they don’t particularly like or want to hear.
So much we can do, right? First, you’ll have to nail down gender, backstory, and what-have-ya. Even the setting is up for grabs because all we have is a plot point. Heck, it’s probably just one snippet of dialogue if you get right down to it.
I’m also going to go sci-fi or fantasy here with a couple of my suggestions because I have to be me. (Which also means slowing down sometimes from making things up–if someone were to pass me by on the street and I told them any of the things I’m literally plotting to do in my fiction, they could think I was, I dunno, weird or something like that).
Okay, we could have:
A dude get a phone call to say he’s been accepted to be on a maiden voyage to colonize a planet in the Navidi galaxy, with the catch being he can’t bring his family because the craft only has room for the scientists and crew. What would he do? Turn it down? Or think of an outside the box alternative–maybe a little shrink ray derring-do?
Or the woman who gets a call to tell her she’s going to have four babies at once when her pregnancy’s over. Trouble is, that means her worst fear as a historian has come true: she’s not human, and when the babies come out, everyone will know, and she won’t be able to hide out anymore.
A man has a doctor tell him he broke his arm, when everyone can see it’s fine. When he asks the doctor, he says “I meant one of your other selves. Hurry, you’re about to get infected.” Why would he know that, and what does it mean?
Okay, that’s enough ideas to get the snowball rolling down the hill, I’m figuring.
We’re about two weeks into September 2016 (or we will be soon).
Make it a great weekend, with good memories, all right?
Until next time (and week),