Writing Prompt 100 – The edges are where the action is


“Nature loves courage.” – Terence McKenna

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 . . 

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When you are done, feel free to share your work in the comments – or share on your own blog. Consider including a link to this post if you do.

This quote is from the 3rd Chakra in the Chakra Quote Project.

Peace, love, and power!

January 12, 2022
New York, NY

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Holly hails from an illustrious lineage of fortune tellers, yogis, folk healers, troubadours and poets of the fine and mystical arts. Shape-shifting Tantric Siren of the Lunar Mysteries, she surfs the ebbs and flows of the multiverse on the Pure Sound of Creation. Her alchemy is Sacred Folly — revolutionary transformation through Love, deep play, Beauty, and music.

3 thoughts on “Writing Prompt 100 – The edges are where the action is

  1. He climbed up onto the bucket and still that wasn’t enough. So he stepped down again into the mud and the two of them went off in search of bigger things. Even as they scratched around the field they heard the sounds from beyond the hedge – laughter, cries of pain, giggles, metallic taps, curious sandpaper sound, throat-clearing, cheers, whimpers, deep and shallow breath, running water, howling wind, birdsong, children playing, footsteps on parquet, door creak, balloon pop, cat talk, baby talk, pillow talk, building sounds, collapsing sounds, stream song, fireworks, cheery whistles and… something else… something else… something – “Hey, help me out here,” she said. He looked up from where he was knelt in the mud; she was stood by a discarded stepladder on the far side of the field. “That’ll do it.”

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