Writing, lack of
Well, it’s not that I’m not writing at all. I’m writing this of course, and I’m writing the odd e-mail and things but I’m not cracking on with any stand alone pieces. There isn’t anything as boring as a writer wingeing about writing. I don’t have to do it after all. All the world needs is another writer, right?
I’m having the urge again. But what to write about. I’ve been looking for ideas in the boxes that I packed up after moving out of student digs. I’d forgotten how much good stuff gets handed out in class (I did a degree in Creative and Professional Writing in case you didn’t know). Any way what I was actually looking for were the scraps of paper containing ideas. Here is a selection:
What if you rented a room in a strange house?
What if a painting came to life?
What if you could enter a photograph?
What if you caught you partner cheating on you?
What if aliens landed?
What if you could talk to the dead?
What if you could see things in mirrors?
What if you had a double?
What if you died and went to heaven?
What if yo died and went to hell?
What if you met…the devil…god…your future husband..a witch?
What if you could hear wolves/rats/… in the walls?
What if you lost your job?
What if you found out your girlfriend was a boy/alien?
I’ve got another page full here but I think that’s enough to both you and me started.
