Today is the party

This was going to be today, but nobody can make it, I fear. I'm okay with that, considering it is peak summer & the weekend. I should think harder about this sort of stuff. Also, I'm kind of depressed or going through some sort of mood funk, and I don't mind just sending you some prompt love and encouragement through the wires, the air, the stack. Mood is foul. Is sad. I am back in bed. HOLD ME?
Wanna write some stuff with me? I'll try to do an evening version of this prompt party next month and see if that is better summer timing. I'm in a group workshop thing all year, and we are super skeletal in the summer too. It happens. It's all good. We were gonna do some prompts about creativity/abundance. So… embrace imperfection, quantity over quality, get juiced up and flowing.

Take what you need:

Write about a hoarder who only keeps beautiful things.

You're the last person on earth and you can only make art yourself.

Make a list of all the good things you would like to flow to you.

Write a love letter to your creative blocks.

Invent a recipe that calls for three cups of something you threw away yesterday.

Write about a warehouse of discarded ideas.

Create a poem that evangelizes shitty first tries.

What would happen if your shadow starts creating things?

Write about a store that stocks only what people actually need. What's in there?

Write a poem where each line steals something from the line before it.

Write about what you wanted when you were 10 years old.

What walks the halls of a museum of almost-written poems?

Tell yourself a pep talk in the form of a poem. Be kind and brutal and honest and eager.

Love you guys. I'm just writing on my novel in bed all day.
Send me notes. Messages. ESP.
We're all going to be ok.

ilysm
xo

Amy