Found a prompt trick at a diner in Tulsa that finally unstuck my story
I was stuck on the same short story for three weeks, just staring at a blank doc every night after work. Then two Fridays ago I'm eating pie at a diner in Tulsa and the waitress starts telling me about her grandma's weird collection of salt shakers from every state. I wrote down one line from her story on a napkin and it broke my block wide open. Now I keep a running list of random stuff strangers tell me and turn each one into a prompt. What's the strangest real thing a stranger has handed you that turned into a story?