This week’s prompt: Overture
Last week’s prompt: Peer
MidWrites, or Midnight Writes, are a weekly exercise designed to encourage a regular writing practice and discourage overthinking and writer’s block. New prompts are given on Wednesdays, but look at the prompt any day you want to write. Once you look at a prompt, you have until midnight that night to write it.
Writers are encouraged to write a short (less than one page) piece about the topic. MidWrites aren’t meant to be “good.” There is no time for editing. No time for stalling. Just write. Whatever comes to mind. By midnight.
My MidWrite for the previous week will be posted here. Send me your MidWrite in the form below. I look forward to writing with you!
Carly Peer 1.20.21
It’s a timid and curious thing at the same time: the toddler peeking out from behind mom’s legs, an untrained eye looking through the telescope to the vastness above, the look in the mirror after a long time away. Peering into the unknown, with equal measures trepidation and excitement.
Writing personal narrative is looking in the mirror and seeing too much movement there for a two dimensional surface. Then the words leap from my fingers into the minds of others with a dynamism befitting their vastness. Usually, I look boldly, excited by the prospect of reflection.
But sometimes I don’t look because I already know what’s there and I don’t want to see it. 2020 had a way of doing that, laying bare everything we had not wanted to see, no matter how resolutely we turn away from it. The mirror of 2020 reflects back to me stagnation, and the rotten underpinnings of what was previously pretty facades.
I don’t want to have to write about that. Worse, I don’t want to look and find there is nothing to write about. No movement. For months not even a little curiosity broke through my insistence that there is nothing worth seeing in the mirror. Nothing that needs to be written about.
But someone else looked. Someone else peered into my mirror and saw movement there and wrote it down.
With equal doses timidity and curiosity, I read their words.
And then it was my turn. To peer, and to write.