I use the tag ‘inspire’ when reading various blogs and producers of content to note intriguing content I find. I mark between three and five items every day that give me pause. While the tag isn’t exclusive to visual inspiration—at least it’s not supposed to be—I haven’t yet found enough inspiration from the written word to pin ‘inspire’ on any.
Recently I ran across two blogs listing prompts for writing. I jump when others recommend such tools hoping they will have found some widget or technique I haven’t. As I recall both these listed word based prompts. I checked them all out thinking something might tickle me. None did.
Part of me wants to find the irony. I write yet I cannot find inspiration in the words of others. My attention drops off of this conclusion like a cat skidding down the windshield of a parked car it’s not longer interested in perching on. So far I’ve found written prompts fall into two categories: questions or demands and poetical near gibberish phrases.
“Someone has replaced your regular coffee with Folger’s Crystals. How do you feel?” I feel like hitting the Next Prompt button.
“Describe a garage sale at a haunted house.” What for?
“thrice packed inside” Ummm…
So these turn out to be mechanical aids that don’t much aid as annoy. I end up distracted by the inanity asking myself what I’m supposed to get out of that effort. Maybe exposing my bitter feelings about coffee betrayal will help me cool down after being steamed? I just don’t understand where I’m meant to go. Maybe I’m not meant to derive any real use out of the effort. Maybe I’m just warming up my muscles, stretching out my fingers. I’m not much for throw away writing. At least not throw away writing prompted by external forces. I’m certain I can trash the crap my internal muse dishes out quite easily.
Anyhow, I like pictures. I can read a beginning in them I can’t discern in canned words.
Day 296