Writer Mad Libs

A fun exercise courtesy of Camp NaNoWriMo!

  1. An awesome superhero name – IkeaMan (he can produce good cheap furniture at will – I swear it would be a really handy power…)
  2. Adjective describing your main character – Naive
  3. Your favorite snack – Cheeto Puffs
  4. The last verb your main character enacted – Rocketed
  5. The manufacturer of your favorite snack – Frito Lay
  6. The first piece of dialogue in your story that starts with ‘You…’ – “You grew up too fast, my son.”
  7. Your current word count – 72,400
  8. Adjective describing your inner editor – Liberal
  9. Adjective describing your best friend – jet-setting
  10. Your favorite supporting character in your Camp project – Violet
  11. The last piece of dialogue in your story that ended with an exclamation point – “You have to help me!”
  12. How much time you last spent writing – 3 hours
  13. Your favorite mythological creature – Jackalope
  14. Your favorite author – Rick Riordan
  15. Write a sentence beginning with the words “Once upon a time” – “Once upon a time, it snowed in Arizona…”

Once, there lived a writer, known throughout the lands as (1) IkeaMan. This writer was seized by inspiration one July, and struck out to tell the tale of one known only as “The (2) Naive One.”

The first two weeks were full of wonder. Fueled by (3) Cheeto Puffs, the writer generated conflicts like vast thunderstorms, and characters so real they jumped off the page only to (4) rocket you right in the face. (5) Frito Lay, now aware of the crucial role they played in this writer’s story-spinning, swelled with pride and told the writer, “(6) You grew up too fast, my son.”

Alas, not all was so rosy. After hitting (7)72,400 words, the writer remembered their last pang of doubt. What if they became blocked once again? What if their story was silly? Maybe… maybe it would be better to stop. They looked into the mirror, and the face they saw seemed almost (8) liberal.

At the writer’s darkest moment, a/an (9) jet-setting voice arose. “Hey, you can do this,” it said. “If you don’t, how will we ever find out what happens to (10) Violet? I don’t want to live in a world with that kind of empty hole. Don’t stop now.”

The writer nodded, saying “(11)You have to help me! No matter how far away from my word-count goal I am, I promise to write for at least (12) 3 hours a day.”

With that, a rainbow sprang across the sky like a (13) jackalope racing toward the newest novel by (14) Rick Riordan. The world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the writer’s next sentence. The writer smiled, took a deep breath, and wrote “(15) Once upon a time, it snowed in Arizona…”


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