To every writer comes the time when a blank page or blank screen is before them, and they are bereft of words to type on the page or screen.
The mind usually teeming with ideas jostling to find space on the page is on walkabout. There is advice on what to do and affect a cure:  chose a subject different from what you are working on, or write as thoughts cross the mind.  Maybe mundane jobs such as house maintenance or shopping will bring home the words that have gone walkabout.
Below are ten writing prompts to help unblock your imagination, accompanied by images.
Take time out to sit down with a coffee or a dish of nuts, look through the list and make your choice.  Look at that; already you have an idea, or an image, even a word or a sentence. Maybe a short story
Now keep on adding to what you have noted down. 
Hey Presto!  You have a story. 
Eureka! It’s poem instead.
       1.    How would you like to be remembered?
       2.  What would you expect to find on Mars? 
       3.   Lost in the Simpson Desert… how will you survive? what will you find… how will it change you ?   
     4. Supposing you were given a legacy… how would it change your life? 
     5. How to become a legend… by searching for a lost continent, walking on Mars, finding three kidnapped children alive after 20 years.
       6. The lost dog… a romance
    7. While shopping for a wedding dress you make an earth shattering discovery…
       8. A young singer becomes famous… what does he/she do with their fame.
      9. While washing the dishes, you see the neighboring family pile into their Jeep and drive off and never return, what do you think happened to them…?
        10. I didn’t expect it to end like this…
 
How did you go?  Filled those blank pages yet, cured the writer’s block?
Well done! Challenges are faced and overcome.
I’m sure a million-dollar book is now just around the corner.
Bye!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                                               

​An excerpt from the Mavericks Roundup
By Gwenneth Leane.
Chapter Three
IT WILL NEVER FLOAT. 
The Aboriginal settlement being on the other side of the river meant we always had a punt to catch.
It was a bore because if there was a big queue of cars or the punt was on the other side; it meant a long wait that wasted a lot of time.  Sometimes George when would row over in his boat and pick us up and then row us back. Something needed to be done for a quicker crossing if I was alone.
So I got to work and built a giant-sized surfboard three metres long by two-thirds of a metre wide, out of marine plywood. It was hollow to give it buoyancy. I used the Boss’s shed at night, with a whole lot of doubtful advice from onlookers.
Two students, young Christian men, Michael and Lou, were employed picking apricots with me. They were trying to earn money to pay their university fee.  They were all eyes and ears.
‘It will never float,’ Michael shook his head doubtfully.
‘That’s right,’ agreed Lou, ‘how can you make a surfboard without a plan?’
‘Yes, why didn’t you draw up a plan?’ Michael wanted to know.
‘Because the plan is in my head; I don’t need to put it on paper.’
The lads shook their heads in disbelief.
Launching day arrived.
‘Where are you going to launch the board?’ The boys wanted to know.
‘Why do you want to know?’ I grinned.
‘We want to see you sink.’ Lou had visions of saving a drowning man.
‘I’m going down to Lake Bonny at Barmera to test it. Going to come?’ I laughingly invited.
‘Sure. We aren’t going to miss this.’
I carried the board on the roof of the car. At the lake, I placed it in the water, and it floated.
‘Bet you can’t paddle out around that buoy out there and back, fully dressed without getting wet,’ Michael issued the challenge.
‘Yeah, betcha,’ Lou added with a smirk on his face.’
‘I bet I can,’ I knew these lads had some prank in mind. I would not stay dry if they had anything to do with it.
I rolled up my trouser legs, and with the paddles, I started around the buoy. I was nearly back to shore when the two young scoundrels’ swam out to me and tipped me off.
‘We owed you that one.’ They laughed uproariously at my discomfort, and so did my family. Throughout the day the After the ceremonial launch, it suffered every test possible. Everyone voted it the best surfboard ever. I’d proven my point and came home satisfied.


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'The Mavericks Roundup' is the life story of one man's journey from toolbox to pulpit.

Maverick's Roundup can be bought at Amazon/Kindle as a ebook or a hard copy ordered.
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