Post college creative writing classes, I am struggling to produce new material. How have you cultivated a daily writing practice? What inspires you to write? Any prompts you can share?
Despite the perennial desire to find myself in the heat of summer and free of the binding nature of clothing, clothes are, of course, an imperative to life in society. They serve a variety of purposes––as decoration, warmth or protection. Clothes, in some sense, are inherently a facet in all of our lives. This week's... Continue Reading →
At four in the afternoon, all shops close in Spanish cities. Abuelitas click back the locks of their delis, men in ties close the doors of their vermouth bars while lighting a cigarette, and the city pauses. Except for the buses that continuously rumble, crossing painted pavement and cobblestone, rushing past the beach and through... Continue Reading →
This week's prompt asks you to consider an object of transportation—a car, a train, a bus, a plane, a bicycle (ect.). How do you get where you are going, or where you went? Why are you headed in that direction? It may help to begin with the details of the object itself—what color is it,... Continue Reading →
A clock hangs above our bed. Its face is faded, the burgundy frame cracked at four and nine. The two hands click through the hours whether we’re checking them or not; they pass over each other, then inevitably round farther away. We found it at an antique store two years ago, our hearts and our... Continue Reading →
I've been thinking a lot about time—how it slows and speeds up, how my perception of it has changed, how it has and hasn’t changed me. There seems to never be enough of it—it's always slipping away, churning, moving on. And sometimes, there's too much. So, this week, our prompt will focus on writing about... Continue Reading →
Eight is late-summer sweetness. It’s ponytails and floral skirts and little toe nails painted pink. It’s salted cucumber slices on cold china. It’s running through the sprinklers in the backyard and picking peas off the vine. It’s laying in the grass at dusk and itching mosquito bites. It's glasses clinking against the counter and bowls... Continue Reading →