Once in a while, you need a good writing prompt to get your brain juices flowing. Sometimes your brain or fingers just don’t feel like writing. I rose from a nap and thought about how I really want to post something since it’s been a while. I’ve told so many crazy stories in the last…24-27 years, I’m not sure what else I can tell. However, to finally get those stories in writing, I need to write.
I found two writing prompts on http://www.inallyoudo.net/winter-writing-prompts-for-elementary-students/ and thought, “Meh, why not? Let’s give it a try.”
“If it was winter all year long I would…”
Move.
What type of question is that? To be fair this writing prompt is for elementary schoolers. I’m sure that if someone gave this prompt to seven or eight-year-old Kou her answer would be cute. It might be something like, “Celebrate Christmas all year!” Or “Build a snowman, make a snow-angel and ask my parents if we could move.”
I try to enjoy winter. I like how it seems to be filled with cookies, hot chocolate, teas, HOT coffee (there is a certain breed of people who drink iced coffee all year round). But the cold has me saying, “Aw, nah…” to every activity that involves me having to go outside.
Last year, we were hit with a blizzard, as usual. It snowed all day. Some neighbors shoveled in the morning then in the afternoon. I get where they were coming from. The idea was to have less work to do after the storm- but I wasn’t trying to shovel at all.
I watched them from my bedroom window sipping slowly on my hot lemon water. I was nestled in my fluffy blue star robe and was somewhat amazed at the beauty of the snowfall. I was happy I didn’t have anywhere to go. I guess that’s the perk of being unemployed in New England.
My car was buried in snow. The outline was all one could see while the details of the car like it’s color and design were hidden in white fluff. I didn’t care. I didn’t want to. I wanted to stay in my warm cozy house and sit.
I heard my mom in the next room talking about how much snow there was. I go under my covers to pretend I’m sleeping. There will be NO WAY that even a thought will cross ANY ONE’S mind to consider me shoveling all that snow.
“If I could make the best snow fort, I would…”
Seriously?
I won’t make one.
IT’S too cold for all that nonsense.
Kou T. Nyan 