1000 Things to Write About
A place for writers of all ages to come and find inspiration to write.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
WRITE a Prayer for Peace
I took this photo of my daughter Gracie in front of my favorite statue at the United Nations in New York City. What will it take till the world learns that love is stronger than hate. Write a prayer for peace to humanity.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Write about Wondering
When I was a kid I wondered about everything. I would look at the ants and think about what it would be like to be one. I would look up at the stars and imagine other planets where kid like me were looking up at the stars thinking about other planets. What does forever mean? Why am I me and not the kid who lives next door?
What do you wonder about? I wonder...
What do you wonder about? I wonder...
Monday, February 13, 2012
Write about intelligence: What is it?
Here is a pile of my action figure dolls. Albert Einstein, Bunson Honeydew, E.B. Debois ( the famous African American writer), and an Extra-terrestial fellow with no human name. All of these beings possess something we call intelligence, the ability to know about their own existence and the existence of others. What is intelligence? What forms does it come in? Can it be measured? Why is it important? These are just a few random questions. As an intelligent being, you may have many more. Let's write about intelligence.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Write about a time you jumped
Life often comes to precipices where a human being has to decide do I stay the way I am or do I jump wholeheartedly into the unknown future.
Sometimes its a job that you quit or an old life you reject or a new life you embrace. These are the moments that show up on your personal timeline as peaks or valleys. These are the times that change you for better and worse. When we jump we embrace the unknown.
Write about a time you jumped.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Write about the Backwards World
Friday, February 10, 2012
Write about the Man Store
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Write about Nonsense
Nonsense poetry is great fun and what better model than Lewis Carroll. My friend the Mad Hatter can help too. Read the poem below and get inspired to make up words and rhymes that make sense in their own way. Nonsense poetry is a bit of a lie because us human beans will make sense out of anything.
The Jabborwocky
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
'Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!'
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood a while in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One two! One two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
'And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
The Jabborwocky
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
'Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!'
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood a while in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One two! One two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
'And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
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