journal club
He blushed, and smiled at himself. How conceited.
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These were written, stream-of-consciousness style, during a 15 minute window during a weekly body-doubling1 writing/journaling session using the prompts2 provided.
The petunias have been gossiping again…
Prompt: A person who insists their houseplants are plotting.
Don’t give me that look, I know you heard them too!
I don’t think they’ve got the hang of it though…they keep complimenting my shoes.
At least the Hyacinths are blooming snarky.
Rose is on the balcony providing social commentary on the passers-by. Yes, Rose, we’ve heard the one about the smart phones having sprouted legs, and the one about the legs all having sprouted smart phones. We’re going to need to workshop this again.
Somewhere a distant petunia giggles at the shade of that man’s running shoes.
Things are looking up.
Sorry, someone is sitting there…
Prompt: A character who apologises to furniture.
He hiccoughed to the neighbouring stool. Another pair of pints appeared in front of them unnoticed while they waxed and waned on the news of the day.
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Oh, sorry, I was sure you were occupied, he scrawled next to the porcelain pedestal. He blushed, and smiled at himself. How conceited.
Stumbling back out to his three-legged interlocutor, a shameful burp slipped from beneath his lips.
In this autist’s experience, and that of many other neurodivergents, the mere act of doing a task together, even virtually, leads to productive outcomes. ie. actually doing the thing at all. ↩︎
The prompts were provided by an LLM. The only part of my creative writing process that I’m comfortable with ellellemese being involved in, and something they seem rather good at, where other sources were lacking. ↩︎