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Having Lots of H*O*T* Fun with Picture Prompts
Previously on Hawaiian Odysseus...
- H*O*T*--Using Picture Prompts to Stimulate and Impro...
It's the rare writer who doesn't struggle every now and then with literary constipation. In my experience, what helps me return to writing regularity is a healthy dosage of picture prompts.
- H*O*T*--How I Write
In most cultures, elders have a responsibility to pass along their wisdom to the youth. I'm not so sure I have any wisdom, but I sure do know how to talk to that 5-year-old boy deep down inside of me.
There was such a favorable response to my last H*O*T* picture prompt article that I thought it would be a nice touch to write another one.
For those who are new to the concept, H*O*T* is an acronym for Hawaiian Odysseus Tutorial and represents a collection of my personal writing experiences, tips, and niches. These hubs are dedicated to the hard-working writers of the HubPages community and to our readers.
The business of writing can be long and arduous. There are times, just as I've experienced myself during the stressful process of the 30 Hubs in 30 Days Challenge, when one is faced with the totally bothersome and nagging question: Just why in the world are you doing this?
Many a better person, let alone writer, than I have answered this question by making the decision to leave HubPages in order to find greener pastures...and by greener, yes--you bet!--I am referring to the color of paper currency.
I no longer have any illusions, or should I say, delusions, of making bank by writing for HubPages. Oh, maybe someday, when I have a thousand hubs under my belt, I might just start seeing a monthly payout like some of you are already experiencing. But until then, I'm okay being a tortoise because I know from having read that Aesop's fable that the green plodding reptile finished the race.
So that's my goal: To finish the race.
And let me be clear. I'm not racing against any of you. I'm racing against whatever time I have left by God's grace before I graduate to writing in the next life. I'm racing against the temptation to quit. I'm racing against the anguish of physical pain and mental exhaustion. I'm racing against the only person I will ever find the greatest satisfaction in beating...
So kick back, my friends, and enjoy the next few minutes as I share with you a tutorial by example of what fun one can have by utilizing picture prompts.
In the Pokey
Yeah, I was doing 7 in a 5 mph daycare zone.
Didn't see the motorcycle cop hiding in the shade of the mango trees.
He gave me a breathalyzer test.
AUWE! It measured me at 2.40!
THREE TIMES the legal blood coconut syrup level in the state of Hawai'i!
I tried explaining that I had missed lunch, was hungry like the dickens, and had just stopped at Kapa'a Starbucks for a quick Coconut Frappucino!
He didn't go for it.
Judge Watanabe gave me 1 hour in the slammer.
I did some serious thinking while I was doing time.
I'm gonna change my ways.
Next time, I'm going to Dutch Bros. Coffee instead and getting myself an EXTERMINATOR!
Livingston, I presume?
Five of the Six Scenarios Herein Took Place in Hawai'i
On the field, I'm a formidable presence.
I'm an imposing middle linebacker on defense as well as a field goal kicker for your favorite football team.
But the special mark of any memorable professional football player is that he can be a terror to opponents on the field and a perfect gentleman off the field.
I look men in the eyes, and I'm very tender with the fairer gender.
My parents brought me up well and modeled on a daily basis the very standard of good citizenship that they expect of me.
So when you see or hear my name in the various forms of media, the word scandal won't be used in the same context.
I'm just a simple, down to earth, easy to talk to, and good-humored island boy.
But one thing's for sure.
Being a DECENT HUMAN BEING isn't synonymous with being boring.
So, whether you're a fellow athlete, an armchair quarterback, or an enthusiastic fan of the game, I wish you happiness and lots of aloha!
GO LONG, AND BE STRONG!
Ryder aka BULA
(The preceding has been a public service announcement dedicated to HubPages writer, bdeguilio,for his ongoing commitment to promoting athletes of good character.)
Sincerest Form of Flattery
YES! Kira, check this out! I just made 10K!
Wow, Zayn! How did you know it was time to short sell Exxon Mobil?
That's EASY, cuz! I imitate my main man--
Tilapia Hookup at Uwajimaya Store
Hey, Eddie! Can you move your butt a little to the left?
Whassamatta, Julio? Can't you see we're stuck in a traffic jam?
Yeah, yeah, I know, pal! But cut my bait and call me deep fried, there's a bonita tilapia three fish lengths up ahead, and I just gotta hook up with her!
Sure, I understand. Okay, here goes nothing. Be sure to cut into the express lane ASAP. You got a fake siren and red flashing light? I used that gimmick last summer to catch up with my Camille!
I got no props, Eddie. But I sure got a lot of fish testosterone, and I'm putting it all into overdrive!
Good luck, my friend!
Hey, check out that stupid looking human to our right!
Oh, you mean the doofus with the UW sweatshirt and the blue backpack?
Yeah, yeah, that's him! Check it out! He's about to take a photo of this tank! He's my ticket to my honeymoon with gorgeous chickie of the sea!
Whaddaya talking about, Julio?
As soon as that flash goes off, I'm surgin' outta here at Warp 5! The other suckers in here will be temporarily blinded.
See ya later, my friend! I got me a hot date!
Good luck, pal! AND SEND ME PIX OF YOUR BABY TILAPIAS!
What am I? Stupid?
So, let me get this straight. If I cop a plea to 3rd degree pilfering of bait, the prosecutor will give me probation?
Yep, you'll be cut loose immediately.
And if I choose to fight it?
Death penalty, for sure!
You mean, lethal injection?
Nope, they'll FRY you, man!
Well, then, it's a no-brainer! I'll take the plea!
Smart fish! Now, remember...there'll be conditions to follow!
Oh, yeah? Like what, man?
Well, for one thing, you can't associate with any known CONVICT TANG (manini).
No worries, I hang with my own gang.
And, please, whatever you do, don't be seen lurking around shrimp schools. The vice squad has some very clever SERGEANT MAJORS (mamo) posing as CONVICT TANG, and they'll bust you in a Poipu minute!
What? Wait a second...I don't got no problems with minors!
Yeah? Try telling THAT to the gentrified surf and reef neighborhood! There'll be posters hung on every corner coral notifying everyone that you're a registered kidnapper of baby shrimp!
Wow! That's raw, man!
Yep! That's why they call it SASHIMI!