Because of the coronavirus pandemic, my local writing groups meet via phone conference. So, instead of sitting in a room together and writing for twenty minutes, then each sharing what we wrote, a prompt is sent via email, and we each work on it at home, then have the finished product handy when we call into the conference, so we can read it aloud.
For one such group, Range Writers, I publish a short newsletter in which I’ve been including these prompts. We take turns facilitating our meetings. Donna, who volunteered to facilitate this month’s meeting, sent me the prompt, which I copied and pasted into the document containing the newsletter. Since I copied it exactly the way she wrote it, there shouldn’t have been any mistakes, right? Wong!
In a nutshell, the prompt was to write about what would happen once coronavirus-related bans were lifted. Somehow, a letter D found its way into the word “bans.” So, the prompt read as follows. “Bands lifted.” I didn’t realize this until after I sent out the newsletter, and someone else in the group pointed it out and asked me if that was correct.
Normally, I would have caught the error. But I’ve been without my braille display for the past couple of weeks because I’d sent it to the manufacturer to be cleaned. So, I’ve had to go by what the synthetic voice on my computer was telling me. I could have sworn she said “bans.” So, I didn’t check it. The spell checker saw nothing wrong with it. So, naturally, I didn’t think anything was amiss.
Of course, I immediately sent a correction to the group. Then, instead of berating myself for not being more careful, I decided that since life had just handed me lemons, I was gonna make lemonade. So, I ran with the idea of bands being lifted, and created the following poem.
WITHOUT RUBBER BANDS
Newspapers would fall apart,
sections scattering whichever way the wind blew.
Pigtails wouldn’t exist.
Girls’ hair would hang all over their heads.
Braces on teeth wouldn’t function properly.
During the holiday season,
when the mail carrier retrieved bundles of cards,
without rubber bands to hold them together,
they’d scatter to the four winds,
arrive in places where they weren’t expected.
In offices, important papers would be lost
without rubber bands to keep them together.
So, rubber bands are important.
Please don’t lift them.
Now, it’s your turn. The prompt is to write about bands being lifted. Besides rubber bands, there are bands of musicians, and there’s the song, “Band on the Run,” about a band of criminals who escape from a county jail. So, have fun with this, and please share what you write, either on your own blog or in the comment field below. If you share on your blog, be sure to include a link to this post, so I know you’ve shared your product of this prompt.
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Copyright July 2019 by DLD Books
When Eve went to her high school senior prom, she wore a red dress that her mother had made for her. That night, after dancing with the boy of her dreams, she caught him in the act with her best friend. Months later, Eve, a freshman in college, is bullied into giving the dress to her roommate. After her mother finds out, their relationship is never the same again.
Twenty-five years later, Eve, a bestselling author, is happily married with three children. Although her mother suffers from dementia, she still remembers, and Eve still harbors the guilt for giving the dress away. When she receives a Facebook friend request from her old college roommate and an invitation to her twenty-five-year high school class reunion, then meets her former best friend by chance, she must confront the past in order to face the future.