Sometimes
I fear that reading for pleasure and the few short blurbs I write for
this blog are ways for me to avoid my serious writing. So I've
been attempting to establish a work routine. I've been forcing myself
to sit down almost daily and work through 2 books of writing prompts
I have recently acquired. Bonnie Neubauer's The Write-Brain Workbook:
366 Exercises to liberate your writing, found at Value Village. Laura
Deutsch's Writing from the Senses: 59 Exercises to Ignite Creativity
and Revitalize Your Writing, found at Baker's Books in Hope, BC.
One
prompt involves attempting to incorporate condiments--ketchup, mayo,
mustard, pepper, pickle, relish, soy. One never knows what will
appear:
His
taste in women was 'none of the above.' Or, rather, he had already
moved through this American-diner smorg and on to miso & wasabi,
salsa & couscous. Chilli, coriander, cumin, curry. Lemon grass &
hoisin. Following the trends, which follow the patterns of war,
exile, immigration, assimilation. Which send young men afar, away
from home & the familiar. Which destroy the safe kitchens of
women & children. Pushing them out. Moving them halfway around
the globe. Bringing their tastes, their palates, their condiments
with them. To share with the old men who were sent and returned to a
place which could never seem like home again.
Image
borrowed from motherwouldknow.com.
