RoseElephant copy.jpg
  • dearabi

Day 43 – The Isolation Journals: Say It New

Your prompt for today: Write at least one full page of prose or a poem. It can be a made-up tale, a scene, a thing you’ve just done or seen. It can be a dream. But the one thing you can’t do is use a word that’s more than one syllable.

Huh? Wait? What! No way! Come on, it’s fun. Trust me, it is. And, sure, it is tough. At least when you start. But your voice will jazz in new ways. The beats of the words will pop in new ways. You will have to walk this way and that and bend and stretch to find your way to say the thing you need to say. Which means you will write in new ways. Which is cool. It will not sound as odd as it seems. (Just look… the one word in this whole long prompt that is not one syllable… is the word “syllable.”)

P.S. If you need more of a boost, here are some more words to use: wood, whir, first, red, brush, trace, friend.

Do the write thing. Just don’t stop. Keep on and on and on* Let your words flow, this way and that. There is no way to go back* So run and leap and jump and fly with your pen. Then do it some more* You. Got. This. Trust the heat in your heart* Start now. You are a Queen. You are a King. You are a work of art.* Paint and sing. A dream now real life. I knew you could do it. You did not give up. Sing. Dance. Play. Cry. Laugh. Put the pen down and sit in your joy. Then, rise the next day like it is the first day.

Author notes: Couldn’t say “keep going” I couldn’t say “no going back” I wanted to write “then do it again” Couldn’t use the word “fire” Wanted to say “masterpiece” or “soldier”

0 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

They Know (they know, they know) – TBT 08.22.11

Assholes aren’t very good at many things that don’t make you cry. They flake, have wandering dicks - I mean eyes, commitment issues, and secret girlfriends in other states. One thing they are good at

No Body to Love.

Hi, let’s dance. We can pretend like we came together and I didn’t just see you wistfully staring into the distance then abruptly looking busy on your phone. I’ve seen that look before. You’re tired a

Enough, Already.

I feel dumb. Nobody cares. Why even bother? What would I have to contribute? I haven't accomplished anything worthy of sharing. I was telling my therapist all the reasons why I couldn't - no, wouldn't