Some writers are lucky bastards. They have so many ideas rolling around in their heads that they’ll never live long enough to write about all of them.
Then there are other writers who don’t have it that easy. Ideas are illusive things that seem to stick around for about as long as a Prohibitionist in a brewery. These posts are for you. You can write. You just need a bit of a push. I know your pain.
Today’s writing prompt is a photo. Look at that car. Is that snow? Ash? Something else covering it, maybe? And why does it look like the car in front doesn’t share the same fate?
Write a paragraph, a story, hell–write a goddamned novel about this one.
Just write already.