I touched the rifle with care, feeling every part of it with the tip of my fingers. It felt cold and enticing. All of a sudden, boom! The sound shook my bones. I had pulled the trigger .
Why was I there? Why was I dragged from my bed and put on a pickup for two hours? My dad thought it was going to be a good experience for me. We could have a bonding father/son moment despite the fact he knew I was born blind.
These are just the two paragraphs I managed to write in a Writers Write Workshop with Kim Fu at the Deschutes Public Library in October of last year. In this particular event, the author focused on character building and tips on how to create good, strong, full characters. She gave us several prompts. The one used in my pitiful two paragraphs was to think of a situation, and a person who was the least suited for it. The writing of the scene should explain why the person ended up in that situation. The workshop was only an hour and a half, and only ten minutes were given for this particular prompt. I felt pretty proud that I did come up with something anyway. Hearing the other wanna be writer’s stories left me thinking about small potatoes and massive oceans.