How was your week? I know it’s about over. I’ve had some interesting developments, which will be awesome if they form up into something later. And if they do, I’ll tell you about them.
But for today, let’s get to Fabulous Fiction Friday and the writing prompt.
I just finished Middle School: Worst Years of My Life by James Patterson (for the second time). For some reason one of the characters in there said the line about art imitating life. And that’s what I like to think of these prompts as–I get a lot of inspiration from places I’ve gone, things I’ve seen, or what-have-ya, especially this week, with the wedding that I went to last weekend (that I mused about over here and right here).
Which basically added up to me going to an awesome wedding where people from a different wedding were caught/nearly caught getting free drinks on someone else’s dime. (And for those of you who may be wondering, I just realized I can’t do the free drink/transformation thing–Cassandra Clare already did that kind of thing in City of Bones with Simon).
So for this Friday’s, well, Triple F, your prompt is:
Your character’s at a wedding, but when they have a drink, they start sharing thoughts with the person who last touched their glass.
At first glance, this would seem pretty simple: you pick the gender, backstory, and what-have-ya of your character, and then go. You would/could think that the last person to touch every glass full of booze at a wedding would be the bartender, but maybe not, right?
(After all, this is your story).
If the drinks are being served, the server could be the last one to touch the glass. Or a spouse, or a kid who bumps into it (some or all of which I may use in my coming suggestions–I’m feeling…imaginative today).
All right, how about we get to it for today?
What if we have:
A dude who’s at the bar, and he knows as the last-drink-toucher that’s what he’s doing? If he’s the character drinking the booze, as the bartender he won’t be there long. Is he trying to get away from or bury his ability by being someplace where nobody knows him? What is he running from? (Or who?)
Or maybe we’ve got a bridesmaid who starts getting pretty tipsy and starts drinking from a lot of people’s drinks just because she feels like it (a bad, bad idea for real life). That would mean she starts sharing thoughts with all kinds of people. What if she’s a show-off, always telling people how great she is, and she finds out most people are thinking about her, but not in a nice way? What would she do in that situation–if she wasn’t driven crazy by actually hearing what other people are thinking without them having to say anything?
You would also have to figure out what’s causing this–if it’s the location, the booze, the music, what-have-ya. And then work that in (or start with it).
Okay, that’s enough to get the snowball rolling down the mental hill, so to speak.
About another two weeks and September of 2016 will be over.
Make it a great weekend, with good memories, all right?
Until next time,