I’ve been practicing the writing…and it’s going…are we there yet? Just kidding…
Instead of working on my WIPs I started practicing with first line prompts. That seems to be my preferred way of priming the ol’ pump as it were.
The first prompt was “Er… I hate this song. Why is it always playing on the radio?”
This is what I’ve come up with so far. Not really interested right now at turning it into a story, but I probably should try to finish it. What do you think? Should it hit the digital trash bin or do you think it’s worth exploring further?
Note: I feel like there’s too much of an info dump at the beginning, but it kind of just flew out of my brain that way. I did edit a bit – which is how I work…I write a bit, then edit a bit, then write some more, etc. until the story is done. But it’s really rough, obviously.
But again, practice!
“Er… I hate this song. Why is it always playing on the radio?”
Kate couldn’t bring herself to turn it off, even if it was annoying. She wanted to soak up every sound she could.
“Kate…could you come here baby?”
Brad didn’t know…she didn’t know how to tell him.
Her fiance had always lamented that his ex-girlfriends were so needy…that spending time with them felt like he was dragging a ball and chain around, and that what he loved about her was her streak of independence. She’d started to make a name for herself in the music industry…no she wasn’t world famous, but she was on her way.
Now though, it seemed as if the cosmos was bent on destroying her…again.
“Yeah?”
“I could use a little help here babe…which tie looks best with this blazer? This one? Or maybe this one?”
The bright yellow tie with green racecars and thin red stripes was a gift from Brad’s favorite great aunt. She would be expecting him to wear it at the wedding instead of the clearly superior solid blue one that matched his groomsmen jacket.
“I, uh, well…what do you think?”
Brad peered at Kate over his glasses. “Seriously? Come on babe…you know Aunt Ida would be hurt, but…”
“Okay, okay, pick the solid blue one. I’ll tell her that I forgot to pick up your tie at the cleaners. She’ll be mad at me, so…”
“Thanks babe…you’re the best.”
Kate sighed. I hope you still think so tomorrow.
“Deaf? What do you mean? What if the doctors are wrong. They could be you know.”
“I’ve gone to three different ones…bottom line, this is happening.”
“I’m sorry, I…I just can’t deal with this now. I’ve got too many…look, this is a you problem.”
She was afraid it might go this way, but deep down she had been hoping she was wrong.
