January Writing Prompt Challenge: Day 25
Jan. 25th, 2021 10:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wordwhackerDecent day today, good mix of "got things done" and "specifically did not do things". And now, a prompt.
DAY TWENTY-FIVE PROMPT:
A tormented comedian wants to rise to the challenge of a benevolent letter, but they must accept a loss they have been in denial about.
I'm getting a bit of an 80's period piece feeling from this one. A comedian who is struggling with finding their voice. Maybe struggling with addiction as well, starting to feel jaded before they even really give themself a chance to get started. They're starting to shut people out. Part of this is just the struggle of that kind of life, just as the comedy boom started to bust. But they're also reeling from a loss, someone who was their biggest champion, someone they wanted to witness their success. Without them, is it worth it? They wrote a letter to us not long before they left; we haven't read it. We know what's probably in it. Words of encouragement. But if we open it, that'll be the last thing they give us. It might just break us instead of lifting us up.
For this one I'm mostly getting a sense of the feeling I'd want. The colour palette I'd want to evoke, the atmosphere of empty clubs and cigarette smoke and neon lights.
Anyway, that's enough for now. A few dishes and then some reading, by golly.
DAY TWENTY-FIVE PROMPT:
A tormented comedian wants to rise to the challenge of a benevolent letter, but they must accept a loss they have been in denial about.
I'm getting a bit of an 80's period piece feeling from this one. A comedian who is struggling with finding their voice. Maybe struggling with addiction as well, starting to feel jaded before they even really give themself a chance to get started. They're starting to shut people out. Part of this is just the struggle of that kind of life, just as the comedy boom started to bust. But they're also reeling from a loss, someone who was their biggest champion, someone they wanted to witness their success. Without them, is it worth it? They wrote a letter to us not long before they left; we haven't read it. We know what's probably in it. Words of encouragement. But if we open it, that'll be the last thing they give us. It might just break us instead of lifting us up.
For this one I'm mostly getting a sense of the feeling I'd want. The colour palette I'd want to evoke, the atmosphere of empty clubs and cigarette smoke and neon lights.
Anyway, that's enough for now. A few dishes and then some reading, by golly.
