Just realized my best story idea came from my aunt describing a casserole, not from any prompt list
My aunt called me on Sunday to talk about her neighbor's funeral, and somewhere in the middle she described how the family argued over who brought the wrong casserole dish. She gave me this tiny detail, a blue CorningWare with a chipped corner, and a name tag still taped to the bottom from a church potluck in 1998. I write short stories and I've been stuck for 3 months, filling notebooks with prompts about haunted houses and time travel and getting nowhere. That one chipped dish turned into 1,200 words the same night, way more than anything a prompt list ever gave me. So now I'm wondering if prompts are just training wheels, and the real stuff is hiding in other people's small talk. Where do you all steal your best material from, family stuff, work stuff, or do you actually make it up?
Man, a chipped casserole dish doing what three months of haunted house prompts couldn't, that's just rude to every writing app you ever paid for. Honestly though, prompts are training wheels at best, they get you rolling but they never tell you why the wheels squeak. The good stuff is always buried in small talk because people don't know they're handing you gold, they just think they're complaining about Deb's green bean thing. My best lines have come from overheard arguments at the DMV and my uncle explaining why he doesn't trust gas station hot dogs. You can't make that up, or you can, but it never sounds as weird as the real thing. Prompts give you a situation, people give you the chipped corner that makes it true.