Without a word of a lie, you could have knocked me down with a feather on that dark and stormy night when I saw this in WordPress” ‘365 Days of Writing Prompts’:
“Cliché. Clichés become clichés for a reason. Tell us about the last time a bird in the hand was worth two in the bush”
Well, it’s just too good to be true, isn’t it? Heaven knows, I’m certainly not one to look a gift horse in the mouth and I immediately decided that by hook or by crook I’d bite the bullet, knuckle down and crack on.
Truth is, prompts that strike a chord with me are few and far between – which is why posts on this site are as rare as hens’ teeth – so, mindful that beggars can’t be choosers, let’s cut to the chase.
And while we’re on the subject, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to take the bull by the horns either.
You know how it is – nothing ventured, nothing gained. Right then: hold onto your hat, here we go, we’re off and running.
…[stares at screen]…[hums tunelessly]…[goes and makes cup of tea]…[stares at screen some more]…
Hmmm. Not exactly as easy as falling off a log, is it? But have you ever tried to tap away at your keyboard while you’ve got your shoulder to the wheel and your nose to the grindstone? Not to mention keeping your ear to the ground at the same time.
A word to the wise: it’s no walk in the park, let me tell you. Hardest game in the world, truth be told.
This drives me up the wall, It’s not as if I need to reinvent the wheel. Just throw in everything bar the kitchen sink, push the wordcount up, press ‘Publish’ and move on. Then tomorrow can be the first day of the rest of my life.
Listen, it’s not you, it’s me. Maybe it’s best just to call it a day and cash in your chips before you’re bored to tears with the whole shebang.
And that’s the name of the game, at the end of the day.