Prompted

I have this wonderful book. A book full of writing prompts. Exactly 642 things to write about. 

I love it. I haven’t used it often, but I love knowing that it’s in my life and on my bookshelf. I want to sing to it, and the song that I want to sing is “You Belong With Me” by Taylor Swift.

 This book tickles my imagination.

What an awkward way of phrasing that.

It does though. I pick it up and I feel the weight of all the things that I could write about. The possibilities are endless. I wasn’t sure what to write about tonight, and so I decided that I would open this book and write about the first prompt that I saw. Plus, I never do any real writing for you guys. I like to write stories and use my imagination, but I just never post that kind of thing. I figured that this would be a good opportunity.

So I opened the book…

And decided that perhaps I would write about the second prompt that I saw.

So now, I have ended up writing about the sixth prompt that I turned to. 😀

(Prompt #1- Write about your favourite pair of shoes. …I couldn’t do this one because I would want pictures to go with it, and my feet just weren’t up to it.

Prompt #2- Write a letter teaching a child how to do something. …Tempting… but after the way today was, I don’t think that it would be prudent of me. I could only think of unkind things to write.

Prompt #3- Five things that you see out the nearest window. …It’s uh… dark.

Prompt #4-You are in a department store in another city, and you see one of your teachers weeping. Write out the scene. …Don’t you prompt people understand? I can’t handle writing about children tonight. All I could see in this prompt was myself being the weeping teacher.

Prompt #5- “Let’s go, sugarbeet,” he said and snapped on the light. He was holding two duffle bags, one very light, the other very heavy. It was her car, and she had slept with the keys. … This one was very tempting. Why was one bag heavy, and the other light? And she slept with the keys! I must ponder this one. Plus, the use of the word sugarbeet is always an attention-grabber.

Which brings us to prompt #6.)

Write a letter to the reader of a novel that you haven’t written yet.

Dear (dear dear dear dear. Dear dear dear dear DEAR) Reader,

If I told you right off the bat that I love you, would that scare you?

Please don’t go away. Don’t run.

I just mean that I appreciate you. I appreciate that you want to read my words, and that you believe that I have things to say and the proper way to say them. I appreciate the way you appreciate the cover of my book. I know that we’re not supposed to judge books by their covers. But the cover is there. All in your face. Did you know that I always used to think that if I ever had a book published, I would make sure that there was a picture of the main character on the cover, because I hated never being sure if I was picturing the main character the way that the author intended for them to be pictured? Well, I’ve changed since then. I’ve become okay with some ambiguity. I like the thought of readers taking this character that I describe and creating their own person. I think that one of the secrets to being a good reader is being able to do that- read what the author says and then letting your own mind go nuts. I like to think of us as a team. You and me. We need to stick together. It’s my responsibility to create something interesting and inspiring and motivating. I have done what I can- my very best.

My heart and my soul and many cups of tea were poured into the creating of this story. This story that I want to be real to you.

I’ve done my part.

Now, you get to do yours.

I give you permission to do what you want with this book. Read the story. It’s yours now. I hope that you enjoy it. But I hope that it serves a deeper purpose than that in you. I don’t mind if you pick it apart. It’s okay if you don’t like how I ended it. It’s okay if you don’t like the choices that my characters made. (They can pretty strong-willed. You don’t know how hard it would be to change their minds on some matters.) It’s okay if you don’t think that one character should have died. (Does this deserve a spoiler alert?)

I hope that my words direct you to God.

I do.

I want to do that for you- bring you to Him. You gotta do your part though, cause I am only a very flawed human.

Also, I think that you’re pretty, and I like your scarf.

(Just kidding. I don’t know if you have a scarf or not. But I know that you’re awesome, and so if you would have a scarf, it would clearly be awesome as well, because you would never have a scarf that is not awesome.)

Also, watch out for that main character. She is quite the girl. She is made of the things that I wish I was and the things that I hate that I am. I hope that she teaches you. See, I don’t know what it is that you need to learn. So this part really is up to you and God.

I hope my thoughts make you think your own thoughts. I hope that the parts that made me gray inside make you feel gray. I hope that the peaceful parts make you feel content. I hope that you feel the changing of seasons and the changing of hearts, and that you feel a little bit achy inside while you read. I hope that my simple story can bring big thoughts and feelings to you. I hope that they’re so big that you just cannot keep them to yourself, and I hope that you share them with others, and that those people feel big things because of the big things that you felt.

I hope that it makes God so real for you.

I hope that it makes you want more of Him.

Thank you again. For being wonderful and willing and for listening to me talk about my book for a while.

I hope that you enjoy it. May it entertain you, delight you, and inspire you.

Love,

Jasmine Shantz

 

 

 

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