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“Raven”: Inktober Day #5: Writer Edition
I’m using Inktober prompts to generate daily writing
I’m always jealous of my visual artist friends, especially my sister, when Inktober rolls around. Then this year I realized that even though I don’t draw, I do write, and it might be fun to take the same prompts and see what twenty minutes of writing on the given topic elicits. So I thought I’d just play and see where things take me (knowing that a lot of what I write will be dreck), and maybe you’d like to join too. Here are this year’s prompts.
Raven/ous — are those words related? They are always linked in my mind. My mother knows the roots of words — I should ask her. There are so many things to ask her. Some days this possibility feels like a gift. Others, all I can think about is how, if all goes as it is supposed to, she will die before I do, before I have asked her all the questions. Then, after she’s gone, there will be more questions, and they’ll pile up, and every one, unanswered, will make the hole in me bigger. What is the difference between a raven and acrow? When did you first see one or the other? How did it frighten you? What are you hungry for? Why do you eat like a bird?
