I started writing these "prompt" essays a while back, it was part of this workshop i am still participating in, where the facilitator gives you a prompt...say, the street i grew up on...and you have a given amount of minutes to tell your story. it's pretty fun, and it loosens the joints and sets the creative mojo loose without having to really say anything. It's actually my favorite part of the workshop because the topics are endless and the direction you can take any topic is limitless as well.
This workshop is only once a month, but I'm signed up for an intensive one in february, that is if I'm not going to work in some far off exotic locale. Anyway, the results of my own prompt writing I will post occasionally, Sam has generally been my muse when it comes to picking topics, so i dont know what they are before i start writing.
As some of you know, we just recently went to kansas for our initial foray into america's heartland, and for the most part we had a good time. granted, it was spent mostly eating and drinking, but we did see some history (where custer napped before getting his ass handed to him at little big horn), and ate my largest (and first) chicken fried steak. I also managed to donate nearly 200 dollars to the local casino in kansas city, they were so nice there, granting us the privilege to lay our money down on nice green felt and making us feel like we were long lost friends...i felt so good about their charity that i had to visit the ATM and retrieve MORE cash to leave on the tables there. such nice people, midwesterners.
we did eat tremendous amounts of BBQ and i plan on reviewing a few of those places, namely Oklahoma Joe's and Pat's Pig...both fabulous in their own ways, so be on the lookout for those.