Many of you will remember The Daily Post. In Feb 2018, I began tentatively dipping my toe into the water of blogging. I think I had been internally writing the descriptions of my world my whole life and at 10, began to write them down.
Amid the roar of friends, family and readers, declaring “Laura, you should write a book!”, I had to wonder if they were mad! I should write a book? To write a book, one must have a story to tell…from start to finish and all between. I don’t think I have that story to tell! Aside from (though published) poetry that I find mediocre at best and a slew of news paper articles, I simply wrote what I liked, when I liked and wholly by inspiration.
But, blogging offered new opportunities. It was a place to collect my thoughts, develope and practice discipline and above all, a time capsule filled with pieces of me to leave behind for my loved ones. But, where to begin? Enter The Daily Post. The Daily Post was a virtual blogging tutor who helped beginners like myself, test those waters by offering a Daily prompt.
After it shut down, the blog community stepped to the plate and began offering their own prompts that you see today, to fill the void. Kudos to the best blog community on earth! You can still access The Daily Post prompts if you’d like revisit them.
This was my first Daily Post prompt, Fed 7, 2018.
Bewildered. Who could’ve guessed the emotional Pandora’s Box a simple word could unearth.
Initially, when I read today’s one word prompt, I was delighted. “Now there’s a word I can work with!” It appeared almost too easy. The most difficult part would be sifting through the infinite possibilities for the raw stone of inspiration that I could cut, polish and expose the brilliance of its facets… I was unprepared for the bones.
Bewildered is a child caught in the frey of a tempest waging between adults; a girls first broken heart and every one to follow. Bewildered stands at the casket of loved ones gone too soon and for which the heart cannot prepare; inhabits the heart of a mother as her child leaves home to build a separate life, and the eyes of a once young woman staring at her grandmother face refected in the mirror.
Who could’ve guessed Pandora’s Box, full of the bones of my own bewilderment, lay so near the surface but this is what we do as writers isn’t it? We unearth the things that others bury… We’re ever writing down the bones.
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