Thanks But, Umm… No (144 words)
Mostly I write poetry, though I’ve been known to eke out a halfway decent flash proser every now and then. Sometimes some decent verse comes out of my stream-of-consciousness, no-line-breaks-allowed Morning Pages, banged out before I’m fully awake. And sometimes prose stays prose.
Only rarely am I pleased with flash prose developed from a prompt, though. But I always try to give it a try.
And I always know, right off the bat, if the prompt is (or isn’t) going to do it for me. So when I read the Prosery Monday Prompt at my favorite writers’ spot, a line from a Mary Oliver poem (‘Sometimes the great bones of my life feel so heavy,’) I knew it wasn’t going flip my switch.
I decided to just read and comment on my fellow writers’ contributions, and work on something from my Works-in-Progress file instead.
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~ Bone Weary ~