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Post Prompts I

I googled blog post prompts just for fun and found a website with a whole bunch.  Rather than writing whole posts on some of the topics, I decided to do interview style responses.

  • Write about the first time you broke the law.

  • When I was 4, stole a handful of grass seed from a store. Felt awful but never admitted to it untill way later. They knew I was lying but never prosecuted (is it even possible to prosecute a 4 year old?).  I discarded the evidence onto their lawn as soon as I got out of the store (I guess that was sort of smart).  Why grass seed? Good question. 

  • Your favorite vacation spot or place that you've traveled to.

  • An Island in Malaysia called Redang. Everything about that place looked like those tropical photos you secretly doubt the existence of.  Straight up B-E-A-U-tiful.

  • Write about the passing of a loved one.

  • My Grandma died 2 years ago on the 4th of July (ironic, don't you think?).  For me, the whole experience was like this doorway into deeper things. I really can't completely explain, at least not just with words on a (web) page.

  • Write about coffee cups you have owned.

  • I personally have owned 1 - the kind you can put your own pictures in the side of.  Got it as a graduation present from one of my teachers.

  • Write about how you might feel if you were homeless.

  • A lot more free in some ways, but also a lot less free in others.  For a while though I've been wanting  to try it for a few days sometime (when it's warm out). 

  • Write a mission statement.

  • See About Me

  • Write about the top search engine keywords that bring people to your blog.

  • Probably Wounded with Love. I think people are looking for the song lyrics and chords to an IHOP song and when they search google, my blog comes up.  I can basically tell you every time they sing it in the prayer room because my blog stats spike at the same time.  It almost feels like a deceptive trick to get traffic to your site but I had no idea it would happen when I wrote the post.
  • Discuss a recent home improvement project.

  • Cleaned my room and took down a twilight poster and replaced it with art I got for free (what what!) at a garage sale.

  • Write a photo essay.

  • See Pictures label

  • I'll never...

  • Buy underwear from Goodwill.

  • Ask your readers to take action on an issue you care about.

  • Vote. Not just in elections. In pageviews. In what kind of companies you choose to send your dollar ballot to.
    Be intentional about your life. In ideas that you esteem highly or simply cannot tolerate. In what you feed your body with. In what you feed your mind with. In what you feed your spirit with. In what you tell others, with or without words.

  • Write about what could have happened if you had made that terrible mistake.

  • I could be a huge trainwreck right now. I could not even be here right now. I could not have any of the friends I have. I could not be in a town I like. I could be utterly desolate. I could be somebody else's slave. I could be waay more confused than I am. I could hate my life. But, for the grace of God, there go I. 

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