Death to the Stock Photo Writing Prompt #10 – Wonderful Women

Death to the Stock Photo writing prompt

Sidenote: I love to write but sometimes get completely stuck on what to write. Prompts are a really cool way to kick through a writing block and keep me warmed up and in the practice of writing regularly. Sometimes the stuff that comes out is complete garbage. Sometimes there are some diamonds in the rough.

The fine folks at Death to the Stock Photo have partnered with creatives (like Paul Jarvis) on occasion in the past to issue writing prompts and whatnot. Recently, they created their own series. If you’d like to participate, they post the prompts on their page at Medium.

Care to read more of my responses?

Prompt #1 | Prompt #2 | Prompt #3 | Prompt #4 | Prompt #8 | Prompt #9

The prompt.

Describe a woman in your life that has impacted you deeply.

My response.

I’m fortunate to have been surrounded by strong, intelligent women all my life. My mother, her friends, my mother-in-law. They’ve all contributed so much to my personal growth. Read more

Death to the Stock Photo Writing Prompt #9 – Safe Spaces

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Sidenote: I love to write but sometimes get completely stuck on what to write. Prompts are a really cool way to kick through a writing block and keep me warmed up and in the practice of writing regularly. Sometimes the stuff that comes out is complete garbage. Sometimes there are some diamonds in the rough.

The fine folks at Death to the Stock Photo have partnered with creatives (like Paul Jarvis) on occasion in the past to issue writing prompts and whatnot. Recently, they created their own series. If you’d like to participate, they post the prompts on their page at Medium.

Care to read more of my responses?

Prompt #1 | Prompt #2 | Prompt #3 | Prompt #4 | Prompt #8

The prompt.

Where do you go when you need to be completely by yourself? Where do you go when you want to feel at peace?

My response.

When I was little, I loved crawling into small spaces. Under beds, under tables, behind sofas. I was a shy, quiet, watchful child. An only child who was often responsible for entertaining myself and keeping out of the way.

Hiding spots gave me the chance to easily appear when called but to otherwise have a secret world unto myself.

My grandparent’s mid-century rambler offered lots of inspired hiding spots. My favorite was a bump-out inside the living room closet (it was over the basement stairs). By scooting aside the phone books and typewriter my grandma stored there, and slipping behind the winter coats, I could perch there and listen to the goings-on of, not only the living room, but also the dining room and kitchen.

It was warm and dark and I felt completely at peace surrounded by wool and the faint scent of cedar and mothballs. I was within ear-shot of holiday gatherings but not actually bothered by anyone.

Somewhere along the road to adulthood, I developed a bit of claustrophobia. The thought of climbing into closets makes me a bit anxious.

I also learned that it’s usually not socially acceptable to hide in the midst of family holiday gatherings. Even though they make me more than a bit anxious.

These days, I head to my peaceful place by closing my eyes. 30 minutes every morning on the meditation cushion is as important as brushing my teeth and taking my vitamin.

When I want to, I can even conjure up that closet. Behind my closed eyes, I return to that safe, quiet place where I’m completely at peace and out of sight; enveloped in the protection of my grandparents’ winter coats.