I took a break from working on my WIP this morning and thawed some veggies in the microwave to have for lunch. It reminded me of the time not long ago when I had a bag of frozen French-cut green beans I wanted to thaw in hurry. I spread them on the counter and got my hair dryer. Do you know how long it takes to pick up itty-bitty green beans?
So, as often happens, my brain conjured an image as it might appear in a scene. A woman on the kitchen floor, cussing like a longshoreman when her partner walks in. From there my brain segued to turning the scene into a writing prompt. And that led to more writing prompts.
Play with them, and post your results in a comment, OK?
Following the high-pitched cuss words to their source, he . . .
Just one more YouTube how-to and she could . . .
The last thing she wanted to hear from her hairdresser was . . .
“Smoke? I don’t smell smoke.”
“Did you forget it was Daylight Savings Time?”
The capsule door was locked.
He looked in the mirror and saw . . .
“Don’t make me . . .”
My DNA profile says I’m related to . . .
“Unless you have a screwdriver, we’re screwed.”
“You don’t look anything like your . . .”
“I found this on your computer.”
“What do you mean you threw it out?”
To write something you have to risk making a fool of yourself.