Day 23 prompt for a creative pause

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Day 23 Prompt

Draw and write. Something you want to give away / forego.

Notes: All fall, we have been in the process of cleaning out the attic, giving away many things, or paring them down, even throwing things out. The emotions experienced when trying to make decisions about this stuff have occasionally felt excruciating, if I’m being honest. Painful. I want to give away my attachment to things, but I also want to have compassion for my flawed human self, which sometimes mistakes things for people, or believes things to hold memories that would otherwise vanish.

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xo, Carrie

Day 22 prompt for a creative pause

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Day 22 Prompt

Draw yourself doing something hard in the past 24 hours. Write about this in the 2nd person, describing yourself.

Notes: You found it hard to go back out into the world. You’ve been inside for too many days and not talking to people and you felt exposed and dull in the natural light. You found it hard to talk to people, especially the social small talk. Your feet were once again drawn proportionally much larger than the rest of you. You decided this means you are rooted to the earth or to this place. You feel like you’re almost 50. You feel somber and older than you’d like to feel.

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xo, Carrie

Day 21 prompt for a creative pause

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Day 21 Prompt

Draw and write. Give yourself a super power.

Notes: Well this was fun! My cape is my to-do lists, slung over my arm, and my super power is my imagination — my deliciously hopeful and optimistic imagination, more precisely. I also have giant feet that keep me grounded (in real life, my feet are a very average size 7.5).

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xo, Carrie

 

Day 20 prompt for a creative pause

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Day 20 Prompt

What’s a belief you’re fully committed to? Write first. Then draw. Or vice versa.

Notes: I wrote first. Mistake. Now I don’t feel like drawing. My beliefs seem to be all quite pessimistic, and to be honest, I’m not fully committed to what I’ve written, except for the opening two sentences: “I am. I believe that I exist.” Okay, good start, Carrie. Well, here are my excuses. I’ve been sick. I’m still tired. But I’m on the mend! I’ve made a to-do list! And here’s a belief that I can fully back: it’s dark by 5:30PM and I believe the light will be coming back soon.

xo, Carrie

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My name is Carrie Snyder. I work in an elementary school library. I’m a fiction writer, reader, editor, dreamer, arts organizer, workshop leader, forever curious. Currently pursuing a certificate in conflict management and mediation. I believe words are powerful, storytelling is healing, and art is for everyone.

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