Whimsical Writing Prompts
Today I could use some help with the whimsy
Today I’m having a low whimsy/melancholic sort of morning. I am used to life’s chemical peaks and valleys. My favourite is the gentle even road where good things feel nice and bad things roll off my back. I have those times too.
So I’m having a hard time coming up with prompts for the week.
All I have is this.
Edited! My writerly friends have suggested some prompts and I’m so excited to use them! 2-5 were gifted by a wondrous friend of mine and a member of the Rogue Writers, Abigenesis Brown. Number 6 is by the whimsical writer,
who also has a brilliant and exquisitely readable newsletter on Substack, and who is currently accepting writers who need an editor. Number 7 is still open if you’d like to contribute a prompt for this week. 🫶It’s okay. Just write.
2. What would I do if I were a cat.
3. Where is my new broomstick?
4. Why are my tears green?
5. If I were a purple dragon………..
6. Write an abecedarian of whimsical companions that can cheer you up when you are low, inspire you and bring joy.
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If you’d like to give me, us, a gentle fun prompt to write upon, I’d be ever so grateful. But if you too are out of whimsy, that’s okay too. I completely understand.
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It’s okay. Just write.
Last night I dreamt that my friend, whose been in and out of the hospital and suffering from a rare disease, that I got to visit him and that we sat in his hospital room listening to music like we did when we were teenagers. We haven’t seen each other in years. Like a lot of years. But our connection remains the same. And part of me is sad every day that I can’t just teleport to visit him and sit and listen to music and talk about food.
Yesterday my youngest kiddo arrived back on our doorstep driven by his sweetheart of a dad, and my eldest left to go back to the city to his other room and home.
My youngest and I were sitting on the couch with my partner and he started talking about how he missed his friends back home. How he hadn’t really made any friends here yet. In the beginning he and the kiddo of our next door neighbour were so excited to hang out. The gentle neighbour kid convinced him to go to school and hoped that my kid would share his homeroom.
The school didn’t see fit to do that. So my youngest got lost in a sea of children, and their bond didn’t strengthen, and by the end of the day my kiddo was so exhausted from having gone to school that he didn’t have the energy to build friendships. School took all his time and energy.
So our new task is to find a community who might be open to accepting a sweet, geography-obsessed, art loving, music making nearly thirteen year old who really isn’t into romance or gossip.
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I have created a batch of cloud waffles for me and my youngest. The scent of vanilla and sugar is filling the kitchen.
I have also made myself a cup of tea, with oat milk and maple syrup. I have take three sips.
I am writing this between waffles. I already feel better than I did at the beginning of writing this.
I’m waiting on a text from the bookstore to let me know if I’ll be coming in to reacquaint myself with the act of receiving books…because one week from now I’ll be working two days a week there. At this magical bookstore. And Mondays at the sweet post office/grocery/cafe/mercantile. And in May I get to help out with a Sunday brunch. And in June I’ll be at the ArtMaze and I’m helping them put together a night market for solstice.
…and I’m slowly making friends, and I know it’s okay to be missing our friends back home, and so I write them letters, and call them, and set up video chats.
And I’ll be running workshops at a monthly queer social, and writing workshops for pride at the library. And a zine workshop for youth.
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And now my kiddo is joyfully eating waffles and asked me to make him one of my “best smoothies in the world” and I think I’ll end this here.
I hope your day…you know what. I’m just glad you exist.
Thank you for reading and for being out in the world. If you want to share a prompt for me to write on, you can do it in the comment section, or if you want to put your feelings somewhere more private, so can send me a direct message. I may not be able to respond immediately, but I will respond.
Heart,
Wake
(Some sort of raptor in the trees)
2. What would I do if I were a cat.
3. Where is my new broomstick?
4. Why are my tears green?
5. If I were a purple dragon………..
Wake this is all I can think of right now. Please feel free to use f needed. I appreciate you.
Write an abecedarian of whimsical companions that can cheer you up when you are low, inspire you and bring joy.