Sometimes life is like standing on a stepping stone in the middle of a roaring river.

The good thing about stepping stones is there's never just one.
If you keep moving from one to the next, eventually you'll reach the other side.

Friday 7 June 2013

I think too much

In a fit of utter boredom I googled 'writing prompts'. There are some awful, AWFUL writing prompts out there.But that's not the point of this. The point is that one prompt stood out to me:

There was once a chance I didn't take.

It seems simple enough doesn't it. It probably is simple enough, but my brain will not let it go.

I get writing about a chance that you did take. You gave the guy your number and he called you, it blossomed into the most wonderful love ever, you got married, he cheated on you, you divorced him and moved to Brazil.  Logical.

But how do you write a whole story about a chance you didn't take? You could have given him your number, but didn't so you never saw him again...

Where's the story? This is really bugging me. It's two or three days since I did that Google search and I cannot let it go. How can I possibly write about I chance I didn't take?

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