Wednesday Writing Prompt: Your Fantasy Job
When I write fiction, I tend to give characters the jobs that I’d like to have. As an author, I often think about working as a professor, librarian or bookseller. But lately, I’ve been thinking it would be fun to give a character one of my fantasy jobs—you know, the stuff you could never-in-a-million-years do but really wish you could?
Lately, I have been fantasizing about becoming a bag designer. Yeah, I know—I cannot draw, don’t have any connections to the fashion industry, and haven’t taken a design course. But for the past six months, I’ve been on a fruitless search for the perfect tote—and nothing I’ve found matches my needs and price range. One day, while browsing at one of my favorite bag stores, I thought: “I should just design my own!”
But until I become a famous bag designer (hey, stranger things have happened), I will give one of my characters my dream job. For today’s writing prompt, take a career you have always fantasized about—baseball player, rock star, fashion model, executive chef, or . . . . Research the job for 5-10 minutes online. Take another ten minutes to write a scene starring YOU, working at your dream job. Be sure to include sensory details: what are you feeling, what does the room smell like, what are you wearing, and so forth.
I’d love to hear what you are dreaming about doing. Leave a comment about your fantasy career and a sentence from your writing practice!
One of my favorite things about creating characters is creating their jobs. Good luck in finding the perfect bag.
Very cool! Thanks!
I was raised three blocks from Wrigley Field in Chicago. A bleacher bum. So my childhood dream was that I’d one day play third base for the Chicago Cubs and eventually lead them to that elusive World Series championship.
My scene is the first day of my Big League dream becoming a reality:
As my metal baseball spikes scrapped the cement path, that leads from the cozy Chicago Cubs clubhouse into our sunlit dugout, I spotted the right field bleachers… so I delayed entering the dugout long enough to digest the fact that the wide eyed kid from the bleachers had now become the wide eyed kid starting at third base.
Love it. I can hear the spikes on the cement and feel the sun. Thanks!
I really enjoy these exercises and challenges–they really do kick-start my creativity. Thanks again!