Here’s the November daily prompts calendar I mentioned on Thursday. These words are much more abstract than the Halloween Challenge, but I’m hoping they will challenge me to create photographs that represent and inspire the feeling of these words while I work on my novel. I hope you will join me and post your links in the comments each day. I look forward to seeing how you interpret these prompts.
For Tourmaline .’s Halloween Challenge, party, I made two different balloon filters. Then I made a vampire face on my single balloon. My world is a party because the sun came out, and my decorations get to go outside!
Today’s prompt, “Diary,” is a great prompt for a Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Today’s #SoCS prompt is “boo.” The prompt says to choose a work with boo in it and of course my mind screamed “BOOK!” which also brings me back to diary. These days I don’t keep a “diary,” I do morning pages in a journal. I once had the horrible experience of someone I loved and trusted, reading my diary and becoming angry at me–judging my personal, emotional, private thoughts–from what they read there. I tore out the pages and burned them on the back stairs. I never kept a diary again. My morning pages are about writing process and random mind clearing. I doubt they would make much sense to prying eyes.
The 2018 prompt, “Dancing on the Moon,” goes well with today’s prompt party.
Boo! Did I surprise you?
I would laugh that you shook
but you’re looking at my book
which you must have mistook for
anything other than my diary because
I know you wouldn’t do that to me.
But my eyes don’t mislead: I’ve been
forsook, or you took me for a rube
or a boob. I am no newb to a rude goon
rooting through my room for loot.
You took so much more than my words
you broke my trust. I am mute.
Like a kick with a steel-toed boot
my stomach fills with doom as you
hoot like a baboon, head a hot-air
balloon. I feel a swoon but red
heat is a boon. I grab my book
from your grasp and get to task.
As I tear the pages, your anger
is moot, its root in forbidden fruit
A taboo you zoomed past without booze.
As a lit fuse I set each page aflame,
and dance in my moonlit release.
I won’t make this mistake again.