Hey, writer-type folks. Every Friday we do a fun free-write.
You can write whatever you want in the comments section on this blog post. You have two minutes (give or take a few seconds ... no pressure!). Have fun. The more people who play, the more fun it is. So, tell a friend. Then send 'em here to read your 'two' and encourage them to play.
I'm not interested. I'm not satisfied. You stand your statue stand, I'll go someplace where pigeons won't shit on me. I'll watch the puffs of pollen explode with each lick of wind. I'll double check the box with every letter I send. Sure, I've never lost one - but it ain't about making sense, it's about sleep. It's about those moments where I am tugged from it - yanked back like a near-drowned, rip tide surfer. Back into the waking world, shaking in the dark.
I don't fear the big things. Cancer. Death. Poverty. I fear the small assassins who live in public restrooms. I fear the things I said 20 years ago and I await my comeuppance. Tuppence. Feed the birds. There is nothing in this great wide world impresses me as much as a bird. They seem free. Maybe I'm wrong and there's some great bird hypocrisy, flighty autocracy ... but I doubt it.
Thanks for stopping by! See you next Friday.