Franz Kafka said, “we ought to read only books that bite and sting us.” What’s the last thing you read that bit and stung you?
I’m into phrenology. There was this Black Widow Spider…
Oh, I’m sorry: I thought you said ‘we ought to read only bugs…’
Your personal sculptor is carving a person, thing or event from the last year of your life. What’s the statue of and what makes it so significant?
Inquiry: the last year as in 2012?
Or the last year as in, There was this Black Widow Spider…?
Do you have a favourite quote that you return to again and again? What is it, and why does it move you?
‘Don’t put it down; put it away.’
It helps avoid clutter and unnecessary cleaning. And hidden spiders.
Write a Q&A-style interview with an inanimate object.
Tilly Bud: So, Black Widow Spider, what does it feel like to be flattened with a hammer?
Black Widow Spider: … … … …
Write about anything you’d like, but make sure the post includes this sentence: “I thought we’d never come back from that one.”
My lower back hurts this morning and I want to get off the computer as soon as possible. The funny has had to be teased out of me like a magician’s hanky string. When I wrote, I’m into phrenology. There was this Black Widow Spider…, I knew this was going to be a lame post. I thought we’d never come back from that one.
I was right.
Helplessness: that dull, sick feeling of not being the one at the reins. When did you last feel like that?
When the best I could come up with in answer to a prompt was an insect.
And what did you do about it?