Just like on the previous fourteen days, I have been flailing around for a writing idea again today. As an added incentive, I told myself I couldn’t eat lunch until I post, which means I am getting ridiculously hungry and increasingly desperate.
So I have turned to a list of suggested writing prompts for assistance. Here’s sampling:
“Do you enjoy growing old or do you fight against it?”
No. I do not want to write about that. Does anyone? Perhaps yogis or saints.
Next up, “If you could permanently get rid of one worry, which one would it be?” You know what? Cataloguing and weighing each worry–starting with growing old, of course–has set off a mild anxiety attack. Thanks a lot, people.
Though it didn’t spawn ideas, this one did cheer me out of my funk: “You’re a Nigerian prince with millions in the bank but you can’t access it without an American co-signer. To your surprise and disappointment, nobody will help you transfer the money.”
Most promising at first read: “What is the one appliance that you can’t live without?” Easy: the toaster. Unfortunately, I don’t have anything to add to that besides the fact that toast is the most fabulous, most perfect food in the universe, unless you have run out of butter, and then…why bother?
Sadly, in the midst of my search, guess what appeared on the right side of my screen?
Hm. Must be time to put this post out of its misery. Kudos to you for slogging through it. Any suggestions for getting unstuck are indeed welcome.
Bad Parenting 101 
Too many of us in the same idea-less boat! I still have mine to do for today and the clock is ticking.. Weekends are the worst for post writing
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