Write an entry in your diary about a day when you did nothing special, nothing interesting happened. Write about a blah day but find ways to make it interesting by looking at it, not from your own perspective, but that of the reader. Someone who doesn’t know you will find things you do, and your reasons for them, more interesting than you do yourself.
If you were building a world (writing it for fiction or should you suddenly find yourself with great goddess/god-like powers) what would the religion of your world be?
Keep in mind that it doesn’t have to be anything connected to what you already know or have grown up believing. It doesn’t have to be good or evil or anything balanced. On some level it should make sense, after all people are following this religion for centuries so it had to have a reason and common ground for them in the beginning and still be something they have faith in now.
Don’t be all goodie goodie though. Don’t you really get tired of carrying around a full load of goodness and light everywhere you go? Park it awhile and invent the new religion!
“Life beats down and crushes the soul and art reminds you that you have one.” Stella Adler
If you really didn’t have a thought in your mind what would be on your mind? I don’t think any mind can actually, really, completely be without some kind of thought spinning or drifting around in there? Meditation has never happened for me. Anyway, what would linger in your brain if you had no thought in your mind?
There are six pieces of cheese all displayed nicely on a plate for a dinner party. One piece of cheese has a bit of red string on it. The hostess hasn’t noticed it for some reason.
What is the story of the red string?
The ninth deadliest disease was kept in a small vial in a small laboratory in a small town in a small country. The ninth deadliest disease felt kind of forgotten, as if it just wasn’t all that important or dangerous or even deadly at all. So it decided to break free.
It started with a teeny, tiny crack in the bottom of the vial. A drop of the ninth deadliest disease leaked out and onto an insect. The insect got sick, it fell into the coffee cup of one of the lab technicians and drowned. The technician felt fine, for a few days. On the day the technician started feeling less than fine it was already too late. The ninth deadliest disease had found it’s way out into the world again.
On the first day it became air borne again. How it had missed sailing along on the breeze! Floating on currents of air until it drifted down into the air passage of some unsuspecting mortal. In a week the ninth deadliest disease was infecting over half the people in the small town. But that wasn’t enough.
The small town exported coffee beans. It was no great challenge to contaminate the freshly roasted coffee beans and travel to North America and all the coffee drinkers there. The ninth deadliest disease really loved all that cream and sugar, the caffeine gave it quite the buzz too.
In a month the ninth deadliest disease was on the news. People were afraid to drink coffee from anywhere. It had spread around the world using tourists, business travelers and pigeons.
But, things began to change. Someone, some scientist in another laboratory came up with a drug to fight the ninth deadliest disease. Even though it had become stronger, mutated to become deadlier, the drug worked against it. It took time, a lot of time and though the ninth deadliest disease didn’t give up, the tide had begun to turn.
In a year, after a year of great travels, great adventures and greater challenges, the ninth deadliest disease wound down and was put into another vial on a dusty shelf, tagged for future study. The mayhem left in it’s wake was it’s only sign that anything had ever been any different.
On another shelf, the tenth deadliest disease was jealous! Tell that story.
Celebrations aren’t just for victories. Sometimes you should celebrate just getting out of the house and doing something. When you are having a bad day, feeling ordinary or not even that good, try a pair of red socks. At least that’s what Julia Cameron wrote in Supplies: A Pilot’s Manual for Creative Flight.
“Red socks are a great way to celebrate. It’s hard to be depressed, alienated and serious in a pair of snappy red socks. It’s hard to be self-important and cranky. God probably wears red socks.”
Although I do have quite a selection of socks, not many are red. I do like red shirts, red bedsheets and I have a reddish winter coat (which is getting kind of old and mangy looking). Celebrate or just put yourself back into life by wearing something red. On the days you least feel like wearing red especially, give yourself a pick-me-up in red.
You have a green tongue. No, it’s not from a Popsicle or candy or anything like that. Your tongue became green when you lost your sense of taste. You’re not suddenly a fashion disaster (cause I know someone will think up that idea) you just can’t taste anything.
Is the green tongue better or worse the time your tongue turned red and everything (even an ice cube) tasted very hot and spicy?
If your tongue turned other colours like blue, purple or pink, what do you think that would mean as far as your sense of taste?
Tim Horton’s says you save ten cents on their coffee refills if you use the plastic mugs instead of the paper cups. They could have said you pay ten cents for the paper cups each time. But it sounds better to save ten cents than to be charged an extra ten cents.
My sister opened a business a few years ago. Her initial price for admission and birthday parties had to go up when she had a better idea of her expenses after being open a month. I told her to say it had been an introductory price for the new business, a sale price, but now the business was going back to charging the standard rate. (As if that was the plan all along). She really liked the idea versus just raising her price and explaining that she had to charge more. Instead, she let customers think she had been giving them a deal (which she had, just not intentionally).
Public relations and putting a different spin on things is always interesting to me. You can format or frame an idea in a different way and completely change the outlook of others. Does it mean people are gullible? No, I think it just means there is more than one way to look at things, like being optimistic or pessimistic.
“Subliminal perception is a subject that virtually no one wants to believe exists, and — if it does exist — they much less believe that it has any practical application. . . . The techniques are in widespread use by media, advertising and public relations agencies, industrial and commercial corporations, and by the Federal government itself.” – Wilson Bryan Key
“Public-relations specialists make flower arrangements of the facts, placing them so that the wilted and less attractive petals are hidden by sturdy blooms” – Alan Harrington
Journalism: an ability to meet the challenge of filling the space.
– Rebecca West
Have you ever written to fill in space, keeping your words to an exact limit for a print publication? It’s not just the amount of words but the actual space on the printed page so you need to edit the words you use for the amount of letters in them if it gets tight. Try it sometime.