The Daily Prompt is dead, long live…..
Suddenly at the end of May, the Daily Prompt disappeared from the blogosphere just when I was getting to know it. Frankly, I miss it. I didn’t respond on a daily basis but every now and then, a prompt would fire my imagination (I can’t get no..) and I would write a poem that I would never have written without that prompt. So here is a haiku to lament the passing of the Daily Prompt.
In Memoriam: the Daily Prompt
left bereft, promptless
stalled and stumped and paralysed
how can we go on?
But all is not lost, I have noticed a few bloggers out there are trying to fill the gap, and I would like to throw my hat into that ring. The difference is I will be offering prompts that are not actual words, but words that I have made up. Today’s word is “brattitude”. As in…..
“The dress has that swaggering catwalk brattitude we have come to expect from a Karl Aufderfelt design.”
Since I do not want to sully the memory of the Daily Prompt, I have struggled to come up with an alternative name. I thought maybe, the Daily Prod, but some of my friends in Belfast might mistake it for a sectarian bulletin. I toyed with the Daily Prick but abandoned it for obvious reasons. I finally settled on the Daily Jolt, like a shot of caffeine, a creative laxative. (This post is like a bowling ball that keeps veering towards the gutter.)
So give it a go, hit me with your best shot, post something inspired by the jolt word “brattitude”, link back to this blog and I will list a link to your post here. Or simply post a comment here.
By the way, it’s very unlikely that I will have the imagination or application to do this on a daily basis, so the Daily Jolt will probably be occasional.
I like your thinking, Jim. For me, once a week, it is basically as you described in your haiku: caffeine, panic, Pinot, despair, and repeat. I am also blessed with a complete inability to use prompts. In fact, at the writers group I occasionally attend, where there are typically five words to be used, I use none. If I tried to use “brattitude,” even though it is an excellent word, I would simply stress out, write nothing, and open another bottle of Pinot.
Admittedly, looking back at my comment, I appear to have used the word successfully on this occasion.
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Yes, Steve, you are now officially the first person outside this blog to use “brattitude” in a sentence and all it took was a bit of brattitude. Also you might try a balls forward cab instead of the Pinot.
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It’s a thought, Jim, but I don’t particularly want to be reminded of cab sav sessions I may have had in the past, not that I have anything against purple teeth.
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The brattitude of the ant clinging to a slice of cheddar is briefly noted just before its being flicked into the toilet.
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Good one Jade, I like the chillacrity of your response!
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🙂
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