BB’s (possibly stolen) PROMPT for 04/03/15 ‑ tweaked to fit my own age after reading a blog by AnnDeeCanDee: Time goes so fast. I feel like I’m a 100 years old. I also feel like I’m 13 . . . I’m nostalgic for my childhood. Even some of my teenage years. I’m nostalgic for right now because I know it’s going to be gone before I know it. But I also don’t want to look like a grandma even though I have two kids, five grandkids, and two GREAT‑grands! At home, I wear the same clothes for days in a row and, at one time, my only hope was to have a boyfriend . . .
What does your character miss? What does your character wish would end? Does time go fast? Or go slow?
YES! I DID IT!
Lackley does not have land which she or her family call their own (thus her nickname Lack Ley). Her father is in the service of a King or minor Duke, lives on land afforded him, but without real ownership. He and all his family work the land they live on raising animals, crops to feed both man and beast; she is not unaccustomed to work and has never been coddled.
What does your character miss?
She images a much wider world out there ‑‑‑ one she’s never seen, but occasionally hears about from a traveling jongleur. When such a person or company arrives, all the village gathers in her parents’ home, which is, at least, larger than their own wattle and daub dwellings.
What does your character wish would end?
The boredom of caring for the land they do not own. As a VERY young child, she helped by digging up weeds, learning to tell the useful from the or poisonous. From there she graduated to the care of small animals, learned to diagnosis their condition, hurts, diseases; and how to destroy the diseased, salvaging anything which would not harm. The next graduation was to larger animals: helping with feeding, birthing, accidents, disease. She grew in responsibility, but thought there must surely be more to life than these struggles.
Does time go fast?
When she’s working, time goes by all too quickly. She must hurry in order to get her share of the next meal, or it will be gone, or given as swill to the pigs, or eaten by the voracious and multiple children belonging to the land’s workers in their village.
Or go slow?
When the traveling entertainers come to town, even time will scarce slow down. The colorful (if ragged) clothing, the tambourines and music, the singing, acrobats and jugglers, and, best of all, the story tellers can’t be given enough of her day. They appear suddenly, usually with little or no warning, and fade off into the night at the end of a mere day or two, unheard again for many a moon.
She doesn’t want to look like a farmer’s wife even if she has a family later on.
She has watched girls older than herself age all too quickly with the burdens of working the land, then adding one, two, three, many children to both care for and feed. It all takes it’s toll on every woman she’s ever seen.
Wears the same clothes for a week at a time.
She realizes, in comparison with the field workers, her clothes are in good order. But in comparison to the entertainers, they may be more “whole,” but they are drab and uninteresting.
One time her only hope was to have a look at the world before fading into a nothing.
Her dreams have often brought her, like the stories, a handsome prince to whisk her away from this predictable and drab existence. But she also knows her place within her world . . . this is not likely to ever be a dream come true.
BB’s (possibly stolen) PROMPT for 04/09/15 – Have your character write her own obituary.
YES! I DID IT! L’Aquellian, known throughout most of her life as “Lackley,” bids a fond farewell to her family, friends and supporters. The second of three daughters, and the true leader of that trio, Lackley brought both sisters and their families into the compound she and her sweetheart/husband, Rich Weaver, carved out of nothing at the edge of the desert. The hard‑working couple first met during her year‑long tour of The Outside.
Always a believer in the lessons learned during her tour, Lackley chose to make something of herself, did so with the help and strong arm of her husband, and taught her son and two daughters to look for opportunities for growth wherever they were.
She felt strongly about learning about and knowing the true worth of The Outside, but also nurtured her own family, and many others as well, within the confines of The Wall, once she found it again.
Her Sailing Away ceremony will be held at River’s Bend on the edge of the desert, but within the confines of her compound. She leaves behind a strong family with a rich tradition of caring for their homes, their environment, their friends. Please join the mourners at sun‑up of the second day. Bring your own contained flame and bundle of fagots.
(Feel free to re‑use my prompts, modified to YOUR specifications ‑‑‑ I “stole” them too from Carol Lynch Williams, AnnDeeCanDee, Cheryl, The ABC Writers Guild and others . . . )