Letters for Creatives #56: November writing prompts, keep the spark
What we do before sleep influences what we do tomorrow
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Ritual to keep the spark
Bedtime rituals can influence how our brain work at night and during our sleep. Maybe you would get an idea for a project or an answer to a question. Artists share their rituals to keep their imaginations coming and their workday organized.
Before bed, I like to do some mental exercises. For example, I close my eyes and imagine a landscape. I visualize the sky and the color blue. Once I have it in mind, I play with the scene, changing its colors and shapes to create new images. I let random thoughts take part on this visual game.
— Oriol Angrill
Since NaNoWriMo is happening in November, take a look at this guide if you are looking to try it this month. It would be a great time to continue working on a novel that you have not finish writing yet. You can register for NaNoWriMo on the website to keep track of your writing progress.
November writing prompts
Thank you Ellie and Steve for your suggestions for November prompts.
My memories are burning in the fireplace
Words become ashes
Paint the world with a brush
Turn everything into light
Wind creeping into my jacket
The moon looking across the lake
Universe in my room
Snow on pyjamas
Finding solace in the noise of the street
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What is a home? A guarded space,
Wherein a few, unfairly blest,
Shall sit together, face to face,
And bask and purr and be at rest?
Where cushioned walls rise up between
Its inmates and the common air,
The common pain, and pad and screen
From blows of fate or winds of care?
Where Art may blossom strong and free,
And Pleasure furl her silken wing,
And every laden moment be
A precious and peculiar thing?
And Past and Future, softly veiled
In hiding mists, shall float and lie
Forgotten half, and unassailed
By either hope or memory?
While the luxurious Present weaves
Her perfumed spells untried, untrue,
Broiders her garments, heaps her sheaves,
All for the pleasure of a few?
— Sarah Woolsey
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