The Writing Prompt Rorschach Challenge: Conclusion

Well, it’s time for me to bring my self-imposed challenge to a close.  This post has been a little slow-coming, but I’ve been going back and looking at my prompts in the two previous posts. I’ve enjoyed myself, really. It was a fun thing to do.

Unfortunately, as I look back, I don’t believe the results were anything particularly amazing. I did enjoy doing it. It was a fun challenge to write the same prompts twice over at different times of the day and in different moods. The prompts and schedule are here, if anyone would still like to try.

What did I learn from this exercise? In truth, not what I’d hoped. I had hoped for some kind of a pattern. Like, I’m more whimsical or fanciful when I’m stressed or that I’m more literal in the morning. I’d have thought that my mood or the time of day might have influence over what I write, and that I would be able to notice that influence in a small experiment like this.

I didn’t. I wish I could say that I did.

In a way, this surprises me. I seem to be just as whimsical when I’m at work as when I’m relaxed. I seem just as silly in the morning as I am at night. That’s not to say that I didn’t learn anything. I think a lot of what I found about was how I respond to a prompt. I write about my daydreams, things that I think are exciting and funny. They’re things that I want to read, or want to see. In that regard, I think I’m something of a selfish writer. Perhaps if I’d done more prompts, and repeated them more times, I would have found something. Yet, I didn’t.

Did anyone else try this?  Did anyone gain any more insight than I did?

The Writing Prompt Rorschach Challenge: Results part 2

Here’s my second set of The Writing Prompt Rorschach Challengeresults. I’ll post my musings on the two sets of answers this weekend. Enjoy!

Just Keep Writing!

 

Monday: I wrote this in the evening, during some downtime in a relatively easy shift.

Prompt:  You arrive at work to find that something is missing and has been replaced with something else.

Being a test pilot is about the best job I could hope for, really. Not that it’s an easy job to get. It isn’t. And it’s not that it isn’t dangerous either. It is. It’s just that, really, I can’t think of a more exciting sentence to say to yourself:  “I’m a test pilot.”

So, imagine my surprise when I went to work, opened my locker to take out my flight suit, and found a fairy costume made out of pink netting, sequins, glitter, and pink spandex tights.

I do not think I will be flying today.

 

Tuesday: I did this one in the morning again, after breakfast, drinking coffee. I was in a pretty good mood.

Prompt:  During your morning coffee, you open the newspaper and read something shocking about someone you know.

The old man who lived next door was almost 90. He lived quietly and never asked for anything. When someone asked if he was all right living on his own, he replied that he could take care of himself. When someone asked if he had a family that might stop in and check on him, he simply changed the subject. I used to stop in and check on him. As the years went on, I used to go grocery shopping for him. He was almost 90 when he went into the hospital. We were sad when he did not come home, but not surprised.

No one knows who provided the information for the obituary. But, as I read the paper I smiled as I learned that before he’d retired almost thirty years ago, he’d been at the top of his profession.

That profession was as one of the world’s foremost spies.

 

Wednesday:  I was up pretty late when I wrote this, but my spirits were pretty high.

Prompt: You go swimming and while you’re at the pool, you meet someone from very far away, who is in need of your help.

When I was a child, I used to love to swim to the bottom of the pool. It made me feel like I was exploring something, the depth was exciting. It felt dangerous, even though I knew that I was safe. Even as adult sometimes I go to touch the bottom while I’m swimming.

One day, in late summer, I was swimming in the deep section, and swam down to touch the bottom. It was more a repetition of a habit than something I consciously decided to do.

As I was reaching out to touch the rough concrete, a scream bubbled up from me. A head reached out to touch mine. Kicking wildly, I broke the surface panting and gasping for air.

Next to me bobbed a small head, a beautiful face, and long matted green hair.

“I need help. Please.”

I didn’t know where the mermaid had come from, but I was happy to drive her to the beach.

 

Thursday:  Morning again. I was kind of tired though, and was stiff from sleeping in a bad position.

Prompt: Prompt: Write about the best possible way to meet the love of your life.

“Oh please, the Harry Potter books are full of plot holes!”

“I agree, but the writing and characters still carry it. I appreciate Tolkien, but frankly I always found it inaccessible. I might even agree that Tolkien is better, but ultimately Rowling just reads better.”

“How can you say that?”

“How can you say that you actually enjoy slogging through Tolkien’s chapter-long passages about history and battles and dates? It’s so long winded!”

“If we agreed, I would be so bored right now.”

 

Friday: I was in a really good mood Friday. I had a good lunch and watched a good movie. I wrote this mid-afternoon.

Prompt: It’s the end of a long work day. All you want to do is relax, but something keeps preventing it.

Friday, the week was over and time to unwind. I was in a good mood, had no obligations, and was ready get everything together. All I wanted to do was make some popcorn and enjoy a movie and enjoy the afternoon. After a long week, I felt like just being lazy.

I sat down on the couch and realized that I wanted something eat while I watched the movie, so I went into the kitchen to make some food. Microwaves are a great invention. Once I had some warm food, I sat back down. “It would be so nice to put on some pajamas, since I don’t have anywhere to go today.” But, I could not find them. They were dirty. So, time to do laundry. Well, they’ll be better nice and warm from the dryer.

As I sat down to watch TV, I realized there was dust on the screen.

Relaxing can be hard work sometimes.

The Writing Prompt Rorschach Challenge: Results part 1

I decided to post the first week’s results from The Writing Prompt Rorschach Challenge! Enjoy. I’ll post the second week’s results, plus the analysis next week. In the meantime, enjoy!

Monday:  I wrote this in the morning, before work. I was tired, but calm, and drinking coffee.

Prompt:  You arrive at work to find that something is missing and has been replaced with something else.

“Monday again.” the sigh could not help but escape me. I dropped myself into the desk chair and looked around the office. The light on the phone was blinking: a message.

I picked up the phone and pushed the blinking button.

“Are you there? Can you hear me?” It was a child’s voice speaking to me.

It was a moment before I could respond. I looked down again, and I was talking into the face of Spiderman, his eyes speakers and his mouth a microphone, and a little walkie talkie antenna sticking out over his ear.

Suddenly, it was summer, and I was eleven years old.

Tuesday:  I wrote this late at night, before I went to bed. I was tired, but in a good mood. It had been a fun day.

Prompt:  During your morning coffee, you open the newspaper and read something shocking about someone you know.

The story was amusing, truly. I laughed as I read it. Someone had gone into one of those stores you have to be eighteen to get into, stolen a rather elaborate marital aid, and ran from the shop. What made it even more entertaining, was the fact that someone else was waiting outside in the car. The car sped off down the street before the person who worked there could even get the number on the license plate.

The fact that it was planned, a sort of “heist” was what got me laughing the hardest.

I was still laughing as I related the story to my elderly grandmother, who had the taste for naughty humor that only comes with the sense of self old age grants. But, she didn’t laugh as I told the story.

She only blushed.

Wednesday: I wrote this on notebook paper during my shift at work. It was a slightly stressful shift, and I was tense and a little annoyed.

Prompt: You go swimming and while you’re at the pool, you meet someone from very far away, who is in need of your help.

It was the summer of 2012. What a vibrant and exciting summer, and one I will never forget. It was the first warm day, and the pools had just opened. I was happy to go. Singing to myself as I got into my swimsuit, I stood under the required shower and entered the pool area.

I could see that there was someone in the lane reserved for those who only want to swim laps. I’d always rather just swim around, so I ignored that part of the pool anyway. Yet, I noticed that the person swimming there was amazing.

He doubled everyone else’s speed, and his form was like something I’d seen on TV.

He came up to take a breath and shook the water out of his brown hair.

“You’re Michael Phelps!” I said.

He grinned a crooked toothed smile at me.

“I’m lost.  I’m supposed to be in London. Can you help me?”

Thursday: I wrote this after lunch. I was feeling a little sick, and had a headache that day.

Prompt: Write about the best possible way to meet the love of your life.

Today, I went to a writer’s group. I was bored as we shared our work. It was the usual range, nothing really bad, but nothing struck me as exceptional either. I include my own work in this assessment. A listless feeling was beginning to creep over me.

I was looking out the window, when I heard a poem that made me turn around and pay attention. The reader was a young man, about my own age. I could feel the smile spreading across my face without my willing it.

When the leader of the group asked up to divide ourselves into critique groups, I did not hesitate.

Friday: This is another late night one.  I was quite tired. Interesting to note: BCITW (Best Cat in the World) was on my bed. I believe he inspired it.

Prompt: It’s the end of a long work day. All you want to do is relax, but something keeps preventing it.

It had been an exceptionally difficult shift, at the end of an amazingly difficult week. I wanted nothing but to make some tea, sit in my chair, and watch my favorite TV show.

If you’d offered me the moon, but I had to work one more shift to get it, I would have had to respectfully decline.

I went to make the tea, but there I found my cat, Logan, on the counter. I put him gently on the ground and made the tea, sighing in frustration. I sat down and put on the TV, but I heard him meowing in the kitchen. I realized that I’d forgotten to feed him. After I filled his dish, I realized that the little jerk had coughed up a hair ball on the floor. So, I had to spend ten minutes cleaning up the carpet.

When people ask me “Why do you keep a cat?” I always answer “Because, he helps me relax.”