A writing prompt was posted the other day and I took interest in it. The other writers did a smash-up job creating a story to go along with a black and white photo from a dark moment in American history. I gave myself a few minutes to write to the photo. Driving home from work I realized that I did a smash-up job gathering Southern stereotypes and dumping them on the page. I realized what sets the others’ work apart from mine: their originality. So I have learned from this. The prompts keep me learning, and I am so grateful for that.