creative writing

Writing Prompts by Carolyn Busa

Imaginative Writing: The Elements of Craft. This was my creative writing textbook from my junior year of college. My teacher was kooky and most likely a teenage witch in her day but what creative writing professor wasn't? We used this book for learning imagery techniques, for writing prompts and, of course, to read passages. I became absolutely obsessed with Joyce Carol Oates' 'Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?' because I have issues. I never got rid of the book because I was convinced it would become my writing Bible. I would use the book for inspiration and churn out pages upon pages of creative writing GOLD.*

That was 8 years ago. 

I didn't open the book until recently during one of my rages of hasty cleaning where I, without emotion, throw out anything that's taking up space and looking at me wrong. Valentine's Day card from an ex? BYE. Alias Season 2 DVDs? See you in Hell, Sloan!

But instead of throwing the book in my trash pile I decided to open it. I wanted to be inspired. But what I opened to wasn't inspiring. It was hysterical. As someone who no longer gets off on pithy, dark imagery and metaphors, despite what my Nightmare Before Christmas obsession would have you believe, I found all of the suggested writing exercises extremely amusing. What I used to think of as unique and inspiring, now looked like UCB sketch pitches.

So in an effort to please both tortured-writer Carolyn of the past and current Carolyn the comedian, I will attempt to complete the suggested writing exercises in a new, weekly series called Writing Prompts.


Is the woman a victim of the fist or is she the fist?

Is the woman a victim of the fist or is she the fist?

This woman obviously has a headache and the only thing she is victim to is a poor attempt at a Tylenol ad.  But wait, on second glance, I see a whole different story...

Some say it's a mans thing.
I say it's our thing.
Our fingernails are clean.
Your fingernails are mean.
The knuckles.
Knuckles of our sisters.
They do no harm.
They only charm.


*Notice my use of imagery