Write about the most precious thing you’ve ever lost.
In 1977 I compiled a scrapbook of the Queen’s Silver Jubilee year. It disappeared in one of my many house moves. I mourn it still.
Take a complicated subject you know more about than most people, and explain it to a friend who knows nothing about it at all.
Oi! You traitorous anti-monarchists: The Royal Family. Live with it.
What’s the one thing you hope other people never say about you?
What a republican!
Write about a time you had a Goldilocks experience, exploring different choices and finally arriving at “just right.”
I lived under Labour: too liberal.
I lived under Conservatives: too harsh.
I lived under Apartheid: too racist.
I lived under post-Apartheid: too violent.
I lived in a flat: too high.
I lived in a house: too big.
I lived in a town: too industrial.
I lived in Sasolburg: too backward.
I lived in the real world: too real.
Now, I live in my head: just right.
Pick a random word and do Google image search on it. Check out the eleventh picture it brings up. Write about whatever that image brings to mind.
Okay, it helps if I read these prompts correctly. I thought of the word cupboard; I Googled it. The eleventh search – not image – brought up Google Images – Cupboard. 47 million of them. My head exploded. Not nice. If your home has ever blown up while you were living in it, you know what I’m talking about.*
*You may be the only person in the blogosphere who does. I hope you’re a monarchist.
Once I re-read the prompt and worked out what it wanted from me, I found this eleventh cupboard picture:
Write about whatever that image brings to mind.
One post in and already I’m wondering if I’m mad to go back to answering the daily prompts.
When was the last time you felt really, truly lonely?
When I got to the end of this post and realised everyone had left long ago. Maybe I should start a scrapbook…