Free write exercise for the NaNoWriMo
Oct. 7th, 2004 07:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scottishlassWriting for ten minutes .. wow I never really did that and there is so much I should rather do than just sitting here and typing furiously away on my keyboard.
Writing ... writing ... it is the essence that is my life really. Writing is like breathing or nourishment ... writing is like the sacred inspiration and the very food for the soul that I crave. I love writing, and I love reading. I love the whole creative process of writing myself as well as helping others in developping and advanving their writing skills.
I once said that the most elating feeling I could have is to see a writer getting better and better because of the help and advice I gave them but I think I have to rethink that statement (cannot the appetite alter?) I think writing myself is even more elating than nudging others along ... or perhaps it is equal.
I don't know .... I just know that writing ... any kind of writing whether it be fan or original fiction makes me happy. I get cranky when I don't write and I feel disabled when I have a writer's block. All that creative energy - that one creative, sacred spark - hasn't got any outlet. Oh how I hate a writer's block. I hate it with so much vengeance that I am all cranky and grumpy when the block hits me hard.
I never tried this stream of consciousness, even though I'm a big fan of Virignia Woolf and her inner monologues. I guess my ramblings are more of the Molly Bloom style ... hmm ... oh yes ... but then again why not try something completely different. This is fun ... just writing for the sake of writing and then afterwards seeing what kind of crap - hehehehe - one has come up with. It is a scary thought really, to let my mind wonder and bounce and turn and just let it ramble on .... ramble … womble … Jeesh it is a long time since I thought about the Wombles of Wimbledon Park - OMG - wombling along. Womble, wombling, wombelicious .. love that word. Okay I need to get a grip, this is getting ridiculous and I don't want to guess what a psychiatrist would make out of my inner stream of consciousness here - oh well - isn't writing just another exposing of one's soul?
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started: 18:57 hrs, ended: 19:06 hrs.
Writing ... writing ... it is the essence that is my life really. Writing is like breathing or nourishment ... writing is like the sacred inspiration and the very food for the soul that I crave. I love writing, and I love reading. I love the whole creative process of writing myself as well as helping others in developping and advanving their writing skills.
I once said that the most elating feeling I could have is to see a writer getting better and better because of the help and advice I gave them but I think I have to rethink that statement (cannot the appetite alter?) I think writing myself is even more elating than nudging others along ... or perhaps it is equal.
I don't know .... I just know that writing ... any kind of writing whether it be fan or original fiction makes me happy. I get cranky when I don't write and I feel disabled when I have a writer's block. All that creative energy - that one creative, sacred spark - hasn't got any outlet. Oh how I hate a writer's block. I hate it with so much vengeance that I am all cranky and grumpy when the block hits me hard.
I never tried this stream of consciousness, even though I'm a big fan of Virignia Woolf and her inner monologues. I guess my ramblings are more of the Molly Bloom style ... hmm ... oh yes ... but then again why not try something completely different. This is fun ... just writing for the sake of writing and then afterwards seeing what kind of crap - hehehehe - one has come up with. It is a scary thought really, to let my mind wonder and bounce and turn and just let it ramble on .... ramble … womble … Jeesh it is a long time since I thought about the Wombles of Wimbledon Park - OMG - wombling along. Womble, wombling, wombelicious .. love that word. Okay I need to get a grip, this is getting ridiculous and I don't want to guess what a psychiatrist would make out of my inner stream of consciousness here - oh well - isn't writing just another exposing of one's soul?
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401 words
started: 18:57 hrs, ended: 19:06 hrs.
