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Thursday, April 9, 2009

To the Market

Photo by Basir Seerat
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Suggested prompt...
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She is on her way to the market...
imagine her day and use a part of it creatively for your writing today.



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My story wraps around my mind each morning as I ride to the market. I love these moments of solitude where I can craft my novel in secret. All those passerbys can't see my mind exploding with ideas. I smile when they nod with greetings as I lumber on by. I will go to the market and choose the food to prepare for today's meals. As I go, I will also lay out the feast of characters and ideas that will be my first novel. No one knows that my imagination is liberated behind this veil. My life is good.

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septembermom

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3 comments:

Faith said...

She is on her way to the market. She will buy the items for today's meals. She will quietly make her purchases. She will quietly pay. She will not be seen by anyone. She will be alone in public. The silence, the avoidance. Such a lonely world.

She will return to an empty house. She will prepare the nightly meal. She will clean the house. She will be alone.

The door will open and her kids will run inside. She will hear their laughter. She will see their smiles. They will vie for her attention.

She is on her way to market to buy the food she will lovingly prepare for her family. She will never be alone.

septembermom said...

My story wraps around my mind each morning as I ride to the market. I love these moments of solitude where I can craft my novel in secret. All those passerbys can't see my mind exploding with ideas. I smile when they nod with greetings as I lumber on by. I will go to the market and choose the food to prepare for today's meals. As I go, I will also lay out the feast of characters and ideas that will be my first novel. No one knows that my imagination is liberated behind this veil. My life is good.

Sarah said...

Septembermom I love the idea of your piece, I can't believe I skipped it before it was selected. The reminder that you can be free in your mind no matter how shackled you are outwardly is amazing. I love it!