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.
I know what a diphthong is; I often use ellipses. And I know. I'm gifted. And just too pretty. So ... lay down some witty lines you lifted; make sure those shits be witty. Too cryptic? I'm not tripping on it. Curbs. Broken sidewalks. Those are the shits that trip me up. And head-hopping, shop to shop, nope, put that one back - I don't like the pattern of his tie-dyed knapsack.
I have all the appendages I am supposed to have. So far. Don't get me wrong. Don't be silly. You're not seeing it right. I know that everything can change overnight. I could wake up right when I start to nod off. I could stand up too quick, spin the dizzy vertigo ballet. Cover the walls in crimson spray.
I have this tiny invisible box that I keep my feelings in. Go ahead. Look at 'em. Poke 'em a little. They won't mind. They'll take what you got and return in kind. Just remember, I know what a split infinitive is - and I know what it isn't. And I know what I'm going to hear when you open your mouth.
#2minutesgo Tweet it! Share it! Shout it from the top of the shack you live in! I will be out most of the day, but I'll be back...