LOTTERY

A randomly selected pool of prompts for you. Refresh the page to get a new pool. 

WARMUP

Collector Warmup

Take a walk around the space you’re in, or the space just outside it. Collect three objects; either carry them to your desk or take sketches or pics to carry them that way. 

Imagine these objects are the holdings of a special collection. Conjure a figure who is in some way the keeper of this collection. 

Set a timer for 5 minutes and let that figure tell the story of their acquisition. 

When you’re done writing, note anything of interest or curiosity that you might want to port forward, as an object, into your day’s writing. Re object: could be an actual object, but could be a thought object too (the idea of ___). Throw the rest away. 

If you want more, make a list of ten scenarios in which that object could appear. 

two-tone etude

Write a tiny narrative of a fictional event that uses only words beginning with two letters of your choice. Borrow a bit of letter-color synesthesia and imagine that, for example, all words beginning with e are a purply grey-blue, and all words beginning with j are bright orange, and use only words beginning with e or j: make tiny a two-tone story. Let the difficulty of the constraint maximize the weird, free-range exactitude of the chronicle you can tell. This is a minute list in disguise; the point is to wake up your vocabulary.

tuning excercise

In a Borrowed Voice

Borrow a voice to speak to you as the voice in your head, one that will narrate your thoughts back to you. The voice should be both glamorous and trustworthy, maybe a movietone voice, or a poet from another land, or a broadcaster from another century. A voice you can trust and enjoy. 

In this voice, speak to yourself about whatever you’ve been chewing on or nurturing as an image to be written or area to be explored—the thing on the near horizon that you’ve been wanting to write. (This might be something new, or it might be an intuition about another layer or further unfolding in whatever you’re currently writing.) Take advantage of what your borrowed voice offers—stylish bluntness? seductive lyricism? melancholic goodness? Let the voice diagnose and clarify your intentions and tell you something about what you need to do to be able to keep going. 

The point of using the voice is not only the pleasure of ventriloquism but the slightly askew angle of approach to the territory of your own mind. If borrowing a voice is uninteresting or too weird, try speaking to yourself as yourself, but as if from this place askew to your habitual centerline. 

Magnificence Tuner

Describe an utterly magnificent theatrical experience or book or poem (or song or…). Describe it in exactly four sentences with no concern for its feasibility. 

Then take a moment to read your description to find out what it tells you about your own desires. Can you identify a way to allow some of this magnificence into the thing you are currently writing or about to write? 

generator

Populate the Silences (2)

A concept from Deep Listening is that we are always listening to both sound and silences. Listening for silence is thrown into relief with hypotheticals. For example: look up the clouds and then imagine the burst of noise of fireworks bursting in the sky right where you are looking. If you could not hear the present silence, then you could not hear the fireworks that could populate that space of silence. Silence as a space of potential. 

In this prompt, think of silence as an empty expanse that might house something. It might be sonic but might also be visual or spatial. 

Write a scene for a particular place or type of landscape. If you can’t think of one, borrow one of these: the food court at a mall, a waiting area for a commuter ferry, an alpine base camp, a dog park. 

Something conversational is taking place in the scene—perhaps two people are debating what’s going on inside their pet cat’s mind or hashing out a complex plan to infiltrate a cult. You can poach this conversational something from somewhere else — it’s really only there to help define the space while you work. If you are in the middle of writing something, perhaps you can poach the conversational something from what you’ve already written. 

As you write the conversation, tune into the silences that surround the speakers. Look for places within the scene to populate those silences with sound. Let this generator teach you something more about the place where your scene unfolds. The conversation seem at first to be the center of the scene, but stay open to the possible grown—in energy, interest, focus—of the silences around them as they populate. 

(This generator is adapted from an Audio Walk prompt which draws on a Deep Listening exercise. See the original post for more on the source.)

Walking as Occasion

Go to your bookshelves (or wherever else your old reading is gathered), and collect a series of fragments that contemplate an abstraction. (For example the idea of the soul, the self, the nature of time, the color green, the presence of the past, the experience of hunger, the idea of renewal.) 

Conjure a figure in mind. See the figure taking a walk through a site that is somehow well paired with the contemplation, whether through historical association or accessible quietude or any other line of connection. The site needn’t be an obviously contemplative place. You could write a walk for a subway platform that contemplates commute or migration. The same walk, deployed on a walk next to a river, might cast an entirely different tone on the contemplation. What about the same walk up and down the aisles of your local Target?  

Write a short piece that counterbalances the geography and specificity of the site and the steady non-narrative progress of walking with the gathered contemplative fragments. Think of the walk as the jewel setting and the fragments the jewels. Or you might send the sparkle in reverse, make the description of the grocery aisle the real diamond. 

The target of the writing is to think through the contemplative fragments, but the walk through the site is used as the necessary narrative occasion for setting the contemplation in motion. 

You may choose to signal the quotation or not. This could be an exercise in incorporation, in which case you can offer citation afterwards, if you wish.

*This was adapted from a prompt for an audio walk. See the original prompt here.

Architecture of a Day (Notes on Practice)

One of the things I do with my time is facilitate writing groups, both short and ongoing seasons of writing in the presence of others through a series of cycles, which may be locally defined as writing weeks, or writing fortnights, or other durations. Usually I begin our meetings by asking each writer to report on how their practice of writing went in the last cycle. It’s seductive to meet this request for a report by reporting on the interval between what one wanted to do and what one did. I wanted to write daily but on I only wrote once, and so on. I wanted to develop this other project but instead I transcribed fragments from my notebooks. 

Maybe there is something in this metric of lack that has some use? Maybe it allows us to sidestep the question, what is this writing that I actually wrote, labels the writing as not our real writing, something less than our real writing, where “real” takes on the old romantic connotation of a glorious capital-R Real that somehow exceeds the illusory, fragmented confusion of the actual world we find ourselves in. But I am interested in perceiving the being of the writing that has actually been written, which includes a perception of its futurities, its potentialities, its realities, perhaps, but attends most closely to what it is now. 

If a writer reports on the gap between plan and actuality as a form of lack or failure, I ask them to reframe the gap. The writing that happened: how did it happen? What were you doing when you wrote? In distinction to what you thought you needed to do to get yourself writing, what did you find out you actually need? How does the perceived failure to follow the plan teach you something about the expansive conditions in which writing can get written? The interval between what we project and what we find ourselves doing can be playful, can be a conversation, rather than just a source of disappointment. 

The question comes up again and again, what actually constitutes “the writing”? 

The other question is: Could we play with different understandings of the architecture of a day, a week, or a month, and the way that writing or making or just being with that free creative impulse might live within that rhythm. What containers create enough containment that we feel back inside their flow when we return to them? 

Some containers are marked by time. In one group, a writer shared her practice of folding her writing day into the way the light changed. On days she wrote, she would begin in late afternoon, in daylight, without any lamps or lights on, and continue writing through dusk as her room slowly darkened. In another group, a writer chose the same window but at the other pole of the day, rising in the dark and writing until the day was full day. In another group, another writer wrote late at night before bed, freely making a mess, then re-read her night pages first thing in the morning, making morning notes toward bringing them into some kind of order. All of these practices embedded themselves in the rhythms of the day and night. They might have been productive of something, but they were also, like toothbrushing, like eating, like waking and sleeping, something that belonged to the day and not only to the writing’s future as something that might circulate among others. 

In other groups, with other writers, different containers were found. Letting go of the ideal of dailiness, something else functions as a sustaining rhythm. Often these containers are documents combined with particular and limited tasks. One writer who is always with her phone, not only because we’re all always with our phones, it seems, but because her obligations take her away from her desk for most of her time, keeps an open note in the notes app, and adds to it whenever a small thought crystallizes in mind, and later, maybe only once in a writing cycle, carries these collected entries to her desk and transfers them to new pages, allowing herself to write into them, to reform them, to cull them, in the transfer process. Another writer kept an open document in which she collected words and images that appealed to her. Then once a week, as determined by the obligation to share pages, she looked through that collected pile of appealing things and wrote with or from it, leaving the pile at the end of the document like a combination pantry-compost. Something I am writing these days is held by its document and by a simple task. I open it up on a whim whenever I think of it, no more than once a day and often not for weeks at a time, and I add a single paragraph, either doing a fill-in-the-blanks game that amuses me and repeats as a grounding pulse throughout the ever-growing document, or picking up another thread that also carries through the pages. The limitation of the single paragraph is a pleasure for me, an inveterate spewer and piler-up of raw source material. Instead of going on and on, I fold as much pleasure-treasure into my paragraph as my whim that day holds and the paragraph can take. Then I close the document and forget about it. 

If the desire is to create writing that is alive, rather than writing that is good (thanks to Agnes Borinsky for reminding me recently of this way of renaming and so enlarging and enlivening the desire that attends the relationship we each have to our own writing), could we think of aliveness as something that is in cooperation with and maybe nourishing to our own aliveness. What does that mean for how writing occurs and is invited in the architecture of a day or week or year? Within what time cycle do we track its living energy? What numerical freedoms and mysteries are at play in its pattern of occurrence? What would its scene of communication be?