Welcome to the Idiot in Tin Foil. I am the Idiot.
‘What do you mean my screen is blank? This is the next great novel!’
Below is the text of this site when it was supposed to be a daily challenge, to write every single day. Unfortunately, I didn’t manage it. I tried, but then as always my life got in the way. I’m now a maths teacher, I write so rarely now that words are hard sometimes. But, I’ve suddenly found myself with time on my hands again. Funny how a global pandemic (Covid-19, in case there’s another one between now and whenever you get to read this) changes things.
There will not be writing every day. There may not be writing every week. There will be updates. I’m going to take prompts from anywhere, Instagram, my brain, anywhere.
There will be words. They may not be good.
‘Challenge,’ I hear you cry, ‘To write a short piece every day using nothing but a prompt and your own imagination? But wherever will you find these prompts or imagination?’
Hypothetical (and seeing as you’re reading this, actual) visitor, I’m glad you asked that question. My prompts are coming from a wonderful little book called 642 Things to Write About. They are varied, ranging from poetry through romance and even crashing headfirst into non-fiction once or twice.
The imagination part, that’s just from the windmills of my mind. Round and round and round…
Anyway, moving swiftly on. In my challenge, I have set myself a few rules to abide by.
- In between the hours of my waking and the hour of my returning to sleep, a short piece of writing must be done. Naps don’t count.
- The prompt may be used literally or serve as an inspiration for the story.
- Rules are meant to be bent, or smashed through completely.
That’s it. See you all on 24th January 2018.
Whatever will I do then?
The Idiot In Tin Foil
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