Writing Prompt 45 ~ Viva!!

Prompt

“The role of the artist is to make the revolution irresistible.” – Toni Cade Bambara

On Writing

Breathe the sentence in. Exhale the sentence. Inhale and exhale each word. Now inhale and exhale the sentence. Then, go!

There is only one rule, keep your hand moving.

Don’t worry about grammar, spelling, or punctuation. If you feel stuck, keep writing anyway. Try going back to the prompt and write it out until other words arise, then write those—or, repeat the last word you wrote again and again until new words appear—or, write, “I am stuck,” or “I can’t think of anything,” as long as you keep your hand moving. Writing is physical, the words will move through your body and come out of your hand—just keep it moving.

Now go – for five, ten, fifteen minutes . .  

(when you are done, feel free to share your work in the comments – or share on your own blog)

Header image: Early stages of a new painting – Holly Troy 12.2020

December 16, 2020
Flagstaff, AZ

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I'm a rock-n-roller poet who left the Big Apple for the Big Sky Desert where I've been letting it be and grooving with universal love, singing to the gods, dancing with the muses and bicycling with dreamtime messengers. I like altering my reality through imagination, movement, breath, and makin' stuff.

17 thoughts on “Writing Prompt 45 ~ Viva!!

  1. Great rule! It depends on what I’m writing I guess. Many times I’m in free flow non-stop, but some of my pieces I research and that slows me down and sometimes takes me down so many rabbit holes 🙂 But when the words are really flowing and I’m in the zone – that’s where I like to be 🙂

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    1. sometimes I’ll write in the flow to get ideas down – and then do research and write some more. And then edit. I like the flow because it’s a good starting point – and the rabbit holes can be surprising!

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  2. I can’t think of anything to write which kind of reminds me of slogging through dead space, which feels like winter in the artic. For a dozen days. Without proper gear. Stark scenery. An endless gaze. Then that makes me feel cold and I remember that my feet are cold, like really cold even though I enjoy being barefoot and wearing big slouchy sweaters while drinking tea which kind of counteracts my cold feet. I’ve always had cold feet, something that is funny to me since I was born in winter and I think I should be inherently immune to cold. Apparently not.

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