Friday, October 18, 2013

Subterra: Go Underground: Subterra: Three Doors PG 1

Subterra: Go Underground: Subterra: Three Doors PG 1

Yes, I know it's not a writing prompt.  It's something infinitely better!  Subterra: Go Underground, a comic written by yours truly and art-ed up by Dennis Coyle III is finally LIVE.  Click on the link above to see the first page and bookmark that url, because you'll be coming back over and over each week to see the newest page. 

Join the journey into an IET (Inner Earth Tunnel) with the misfit trio of TR, Bert and Akbar.  They all have their own reasons and motives for going underground.  Wanna find out why?  Yea, you really do.

Come and get it.

Monday, October 7, 2013

Writing Prompt #9: We Call Them Lies

Half-truths.  Twisted realities.  Hedges on facts.  Good old-fashioned lies.  As a truth-teller (most of the time, though if I were a liar, how would you know...) I find my writing reflecting my own personal notions of honesty when it comes to communication.  One day I would sincerely like to try writing a piece with an unreliable narrator.  Sure, I have characters that lie to other characters, but I would like to write a character that lies to himself.  As if the stream of consciousness of said character were so riddled with known falsities that it takes over the perceptive abilities of the character.

Don't you think that is the primary element of a dishonest narrator?  In order for lies to be told to others or oneself, there must be a judgment cast on the veracity of perceptions or statements.  You have to know when you're lying for it to be a lie.  Otherwise, you're just delusional or uninformed.  Delusional and ignorant characters are great, but they don't have the bite of a true pathological bender of truths. 

So the prompt is thus:  write a one to two-page short with a dishonest character.  Practice dialogue riddled with lies and inner dialogue riddled with lies.  Then, when finished, write a paragraph about how YOU felt writing a dishonest character.  Was it exhilirating or taxing or scary?  Then, if you feel up to it, share your results with me via the comments or email me your work.

To kick it all off, here's a pic of my cat.  Note the sign on the fence.  I live in a house of lies.  LIES!

Maybe the cat ate the dog.  Must beware of cat now.















Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Writing Prompt #8: Your Face On A Cake

Yes, I've been gone for over a year.  But I'm back.  And I'm ready to give you guys something to write about. 

And as a heads up, please note that I have my own website at www.ericacrockett.com You'll find info about projects I'm working on along with blog posts about my own travails with writing. Please visit the site and take a look around. 

But if you're here only for the prompts, I gotcha covered. 

Writing Prompt #8

Technology is amazing nowadays.  We can take pictures and then take those pictures and turn them into pixels of magic in the tornado of a mystical frosting machine and end up with pictures of pictures on a sheet cake.  The picture below is of a piece of cake I got to eat at a friend's birthday party the other evening.  I happen to be one of the faces in the picture.  And when I dug into the chocolate cake with the white frosting, I wondered whether I was actually okay with eating my own face and the face of my friends. 

It's just sort of weird, this Face Cake thing...


This lead to existential questions of my own visage, my own physical persona and the face I show to the world.  It also lead to questions of cocoa powder and butter-cream frosting versus a nice cream cheese frosting base.  You know, REAL questions.

So here is YOUR question:  If you could put an expression, a human one, on something edible, what expression would that be and what would be the foodstuff wearing it?  Would you paint a grimace on a plate of post-flambe Bananas Foster?

Then, once you've got it primed with a face, what do you do with it?  Eat it or preserve it?  Run away from it?  Toss it in the garbage?  What can you face?  Yeah, I turned to a pun.  I'm sorry.