I haven’t written a post in forever without the aid of a prompt. Today, the prompt is not there. I’m worried about two things:
1) Is the prompt guy okay? Does he need my help? Where is he? How can I help him? I’ve been reading Gillian Flynn’s books this month, and as such, I am well aware that there are lots of nut jobs out there, and you can’t even imagine what could happen at any given time. So Ben, daily prompt guy, I’m waiting for word. Don’t make me come looking for you unless you are seriously in danger, because I don’t have that kind of time.
2) What happened to my creativity? I can’t think of something to say without Ben the prompt guy? Is he Edgar Bergen (ventriloquist), to my Charlie McCarthy (dummy)? I have been feeling a little uncomfortable sitting since I’ve started doing these prompts… like there might be a hand up somewhere back there calling the shots, and drinking water has been messy.