Writers use prompts to rev up their arguably creative minds. I am partial to “What If?” (A. Bernays and P. Painter), at least when I am in the prompting mood. The prompts often remind me of childhood, when “what if?” curiosity occurred organically and often. As kids, we didn’t need a book to prompt us; creativity and exploration were simply how we grew up. But in adulthood, I wonder how often do we ask what if?
|What if I build
in 6×6 plots?
Imagine if we had a log of our childhood what ifs! I can remember a few of mine:
What if I could laugh like Eddie Murphy? That would be rad.
What if I drink an entire pot of coffee? I can play Sim City all night.
What if I touch my thumb to the glowing cigarette lighter in my sister’s kick-ass Suzuki? I will get burned and my family will send me to school on the short bus.
Perhaps I will put the book aside, and just force myself to ask what if more often. What if I practice laughing like Eddie Murphy every day for a month?