Write Anyway – Treasure
The writing prompt from yesterday was “Treasure” – specifically, from the website “Wake Up Writing” here.
Treasure
The first thing I think of when I think of “treasure” is Johnny Depp and his version of Pirates of the Caribbean – and man, what a version. Doesn’t hurt that I am secretly in love with Johnny (call me!) and every single movie he has uttered a word for.
The second thing I think of when I think of “treasure” is my daughter’s jewelry box. There is not a piece of jewelry in it, but there are treasures, none-the-less.
On her cluttered desk, among the broken crayons, scraps of colored paper, library books and stuffed animals, lives this little jewelry box. The clasp that holds it shut is long-since broken, and the faux-leather is scraped and scuffed – but no amount of bribery will ever part my girl from this little treasure box.
Inside the box is just as cluttered as her desk, but each little trinket holds meaning for my daughter – and for me. A clear quartz the size of a peanut is tucked in the corner. Every time she picks it up and holds it in her hand, she remembers the day we were on a walk in the park behind our house (we no longer live there) and she saw something glittering on the path. She picked it up, stuffed it in her pocket and it even went through the wash. It was simple luck that she was in the laundry room with me when I cursed under my breath finding yet another “rock” on the bottom of my washer. It has been in her treasure box ever since.
Also inside the box is a note I wrote to her on her first day of kindergarten. She was so excited and nervous and scared about her first day of school – the pictures I took that day do not do the emotion justice. I packed her lunch for her that first day and tucked a note inside that said “I love you! Have a great day! xoxo Momma” and she still has it.
Every summer we spend a lot of time at my parent’s lake home and every summer, my daughter comes home with several ‘sea shells’ that she can’t bear to part with. A little velvet bag holds several snail shells in various forms. She adds to her collection every year.
My daughter has a thing for pennies and nickels, and depending on where she is at in her weekly allowance, the collection waxes and wanes, but there are always a few shiny pennies tucked away in the jewelry box somewhere.
Other items – that don’t have a special meaning (at least not that I’m aware of) include a 9 volt battery, a stray Barbie shoe, a lipstick her grandmother gave her (scarlet red, of course), a ‘baby’ comb, and the Joker from a pack of cards.
(I am out of time. What did you write with the theme of “treasure”? Put it in the comments of provide a link.)
March 18th, 2007 at 5:11 am
Charlotte,
You are a wonderful writer, and I’ve enjoyed your work tremendously.
I have ordered another of your books, “Dead World” and can’t wait to read it.
I, being a writer as well, fully agree with everything you say about having an agent. But as you’ve aptly indicated, the chances of finding a reputable one are slim to none.
In the meantime, I, like you, will continue to write and attempt to draw attention to my work the best way I know how.