Hey, writer-type folks. Every Friday we do a fun free-write. No reason. Just ending the week in style.
Basically, you can write whatever you want in the comments section. You have two minutes. Have fun. The more people who play, the more fun it is. Play as many times as you like (doesn't have to be today, even).
So, tell a friend. If you have one. If not, tell your enemies. Then send 'em here to read your 'two' and encourage them to play.
I swear, I'm trying. The words coming in get drowned out. It's fucking loud in my head, you gotta understand. I know vacant looks aren't appealing. I know I'm sweating a little. There's a water mark on the wall and that thing says it all. I am tired and the building is tired and it's raining like hell.
I don't mind the rain, don't get it twisted. Rather fond of rain actually. And that's not just one of those pretentious things writers say. Poets, yeah, don't get me started on the poets. I have plenty of poetic friends. They like the rain, too. They don't like it when I make fun of their berets, though.