Kick-start

Just a reminder that 26n is still going.  If you'd like a kick-start to your writing, try one of our prompts!  A shiny new one has just been posted.

We'd also appreciate it if you could spread the word and tell any of your friends, real or imaginary, who might be interested. 

Ta!

Lost: Workshop Prompt for Sleep is For The Weak

This week's writing workshop at sleep is for the weak is to

write your own workshop based around any of the given prompts.

I chose lost.

Here is my workshop prompt.

~ Feel free to join in, even if you don't share it with anyone ~

What have you lost?

Make a list of everything you can think of to answer this question.

Write for 5 minutes without stopping or crossing anything out.

Then...

Choose an item from your list and freewrite about it for 20 minutes

or

Choose three items from the list and write a rough draft of a poem with them

or

Write whatever you want from the thing on the list that gave you the

strongest feelings

or

Is there anything you deliberately avoided putting on the list?

Write about it.

~

Here is my response to my prompt.

(Before I go on, I just need to say that I've always had (and still have)

a gut-wrenching fear of sharing this sort of writing on my blog. 

What I'd really like is to have an anonymous blog

on which to do that. 

But I'm not going to start another blog.

It feels important that I'm honest here.)

So here goes...

~

I wrote this very rough draft of a poem

using an item from my list of lost things

which gave me the strongest feelings:

the words from my heart

I can't even speak them.

Instead,

I want to wrap them up

in ragged fragments

bursting with silken threads

corners ripped off

someone else's handstitched blankets

someone else's castoffs

remnants

so they can't be identified

as whole,

or mine.

I want to hide them in

a spell-binding, award winning novel,

the kind that would be printed

with quotes from

The Guardian

the kind that will make people think

that that is really me.

I want to fold them in my arms

walk out of here

somewhere new

unknown

and let them go.

~