Hey, writer-type folks. AND PEOPLE WHO JUST WANT TO PLAY BUT DON'T IDENTIFY AS 'WRITERS' - all are welcome here! Every Friday, we do a fun free-write. For fun. And Freedom!
Write whatever you want in the 'comments' section on this blog post. Play as many times as you like. #breaktheblog! 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.
You'd think there wouldn't be much for me to do in the museum, being blind and all. Folks don't understand. See, if your eyes work, the museum is a feast of color and texture and all the other stuff y'all go on about. For me, the museum is a symphony. I hear old folks with their walkers rolling along. I hear groups of school kids running, shouting. I hear people laughing and babies crying. And then there are brief moments when everything is still. The sound of that stillness is like a tidal wave building. The tension is so thick, it chokes me up.
Sometimes people sing. You'd be amazed the way some people can sing. For instance, Hazel, who cleans up sometimes. She always says 'hi' to me, then she goes about her business, humming, singing little scraps of song. Just doodling. And it's beautiful. By God, it's so pretty sometimes I can't breathe.
I ain't saying I don't appreciate the sentiment, because I do. But while you're feeling sorry for me, I'm feeling sorry for you.
Thanks for stopping by! Gonna be a busy day, but, rest assured, I'll be reading everything and commenting as I have time, so check back. Post your pieces on your blogs, telephone poles, passing pedestrians, etc. if you like...it's a fun web o' writing.