A Very Late PROMPTuesday - Deception
Since I was down for the count last week, I want desperately to catch up. The only way to do so is to tackle one of my favorite writing exercises.
From Deb:
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Meanwhile, today’s writing prompt is going to be simple (in name only).
Write about deception. Whatever that means to you. Can be fact or fiction.
As always, here are PROMPTuesday’s rules:
- You must write your entry in 10 minutes. This encourages top-of-mind, primal thinking before the ego and judgmental brain kick in. Just set a timer, make your kid count to 600 slowly, whatever. It’s an honor system. And I trust you.
- Keep to 250 words or less.*
- Please have fun. Don’t put pressure on yourself. Together, let’s rediscover the simple joy in the writing process.
Post your submission in the comments OR post in your blog and leave a link to your blog in the comments.
Deception
I spent hours and hours composing the words to the perfect story in my mind. I had little else to do as the days passed. I should have written my thoughts out longhand, but I didn’t, convinced that I’d be able to remember the vivid pictures I’d painted in my head. Truly, they were that real and substantial to me. The words were ringing clear and true, easily conjured time and again as I lay there, immobile and bored. I could pick up the story at any point and continue on. That’s what I told myself.
But there was clearly deception at play. Perhaps it was the medication. Or maybe it was all just a dream. Regardless, it all came to naught when you got right down to it. I’d fooled myself that there were any words of value inside of me. Deep down, I think I knew better, but like many of us, I couldn’t admit the truth when all I had to cling to was the hope that brilliance lurked somewhere within.
