Or rather, that was what it was supposed to be for… instead, M is for “Massive Writer’s Block.”
Here’s the prompt:
Imagine a mirror falling. Into a canyon, into a river, onto a tile floor. Is it an antique hand mirror farmed with silver roses, a faceted disco ball, or a fitting room triptych, flapping through space? Was it accidentally thrown? Is the owner of the mirror beautiful and vain, or grotesque and horrified? Perhaps the owner isn’t even human. Is it a flawed angel, an escaped gorilla, a mystified alien? View the world in reflected fragments, be the eye of the mirror as it falls. What scenes are captured as it plummets/drifts/explodes? How do these images impact/”reflect” the mirror’s owner?
I fought with this over and over in my head for the last three days, and while I have a nice idea, especially how to end it, I haven’t the faintest clue how to start it. It basically blocked me from writing it, and keeping my posts going on the correct days. So, three days later, I’m throwing in the towel on M, and I’m moving on.
I’ll give this prompt another attempt at a later day.