I walked by my university campus the day before yesterday. The one where I did my masters program. It was hard to imagine that it has already been three years since I finished it.
In that time, the place’s memory of me has been replaced by other students embarking on their own academic endeavours, planning their futures, determining their paths (or at least what they think their paths may be).
It’s funny to think how much has happened since then, too. I’ve moved once again to another city, I’ve made a significant change in my career path, and I’m waiting to see where it all takes me.
Hello my darling readers,
Just a little heads up on the writing prompts process. Over the next five weeks, I’m going to be traveling. I’ll be in Berlin, Sweden (Stockholm and Karlstad), London, and Toronto, and then will spend some time in my family cottage near Ottawa. As I have committed to packing light for this trip, I won’t be lugging around my book of ‘642 things to write about’. So, for the time I am away, I will, instead, obtain my prompts from things I see during my travels. For instance, if I see a funky looking person walking down the street in Berlin, I may write a story based on that person. Or, if someone I meet says something interesting that inspires me, I’ll write a piece based on that phrase.
When I return, I’ll delve back into the regular prompts from the book.
Thanks to all of you that take the time to read me!
“Google search your own name. Write about the search result that is closest to your name but isn’t you.”
If I search my name, Alison Cameron, I inevitably stumble on multiple pages dedicated to one of the doctors from the famous show, House M.D. Allison Cameron is one of the first doctors to work with the controversial main character and, once she changes position in the hospital, she plays a smaller, but still influential role, in the show. Granted, her name has two Ls in it instead of one, but Google does not discern this particular difference as it expects that a number of people will mistakenly think her name has one L, having not seen it in writing before.
Even with the show having been done for five years now, she still sits at the top of the Google search pile of Al(l)ison Camerons. I can’t say I am too concerned with being ‘found’ at the moment, so I have no problem with the fictional character retaining her position there. Maybe one day, however, if my writing catches someone’s eye, I’ll at least be second?
“Your favourite piece of playground equipment”
When I was little, there weren’t many occasions where we would go to playgrounds. Our family lived on a farm, and our playground was our garden, with low hanging branches to climb and fallen tree trunks to walk across. Read More
“What you were doing this time last year”
This time last year, I was in the process of packing up my life in Toronto. I was selling furniture, filling boxes meticulously with our possessions, debating over what to keep versus what to give away or throw away.
“Hickory dickory dock
The mouse ran up the clock
The clock struck one
The mouse ran down
Hickory dickory dock.”
He was cursed, this mouse was. His name was Remus. He lived in a hole in the wall, underneath the staircase of the Fairchild household, right across the room from the Fairchild grandfather clock that had been in the family for generations. He spent most of his time in his home glaring at the clock, hating it and the hold it had on him.
“What does writer’s block feel like?”
I think that just as much as every writer has their own process for writing, each and every one probably experiences writer’s block in different ways.
The easiest way to envisage writer’s block is a pair of clawed hands holding the writer back, rendering him or her unable to reach their pen, keyboard, or quill. It’s those hands, though, that take on different shapes.