Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Timed Writing, Interrupted

A few months ago, I started posting daily timed writing exercises. For the first two months I used random prompts from anywhere I could find them (often just a book pulled from a shelf). In the third month, I used photos from flickr as my prompts. This was more challenging in some ways, easier in others.

Having completed three months of these daily exercises, I have decided to take a break -- mostly because I've got several different stories in progress and I'd rather spend my time working on them than on writing and posting the exercises. I may start posting timed exercises again at some point, but for now, you can expect to not see them posted.

If you happen to particularly like any of the previously-posted snippets, let me know. Your vote may very well move it up the queue for development into something longer and/or more polished.

Thanks for reading!

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Monday, April 2, 2012

Timed Writing: 3/17/2012

Time: 10 minutes
Source photo: the Albany Jungle by hugo poon hp

Green like Robinson Crusoe jungle trees green. That's how green. Green like Ruby Rhod's supergreen. Green like the Green Man green. Greener than the backs of dollar bills, by far. Even hundred-dollar bills. Green, untrained, naive, the horns on the child cowpoke's head. That's you. Green, kid, green.

You never been outa your own little bubble, have you? Never set eye on other folk? Just your P.s, your sibs and a few neighbors? Got a dog? A cat? Never seen a rat or an elephant? So what're ya doin' here? Why start now? Nothing to keep you from spending the whole of your little life in the womb. Don't look so green in there, do you. Just when you get out here on the open ocean your face goes sick like that and you have to swallow hard reality before it gushes out your maw and messes your shoes. Know how to tie 'em, huh? Surprised they didn't' give you velcro or slip-ons. You can tie a shoe, you can tie a suture. No? OK, well put your finger there. Push hard while I tie. Good. Hope for you yet maybe. 

Sorry kid. No harm meant. You're here. Don't know why, but you are. Think you care? Maybe you do. Maybe you're curious. Maybe you figured it out on your own -- how green you are. Got done with green and wanted to ripen up. Wilt, shrivel, turn brown, fall apart. Not be green. 

OK, so now what? Got a plan? Can't stick around here. No work. Least none that pays. Come to save the world? Maybe break it worse. Gonna have to move on or move back. I guess they'll take you back. Some questions, of course. You'll have to put on a good act for them. Make it real. Get bored again, leave again, but after that can't go back. This is your little trial act before you gotta make the real plunge or not. See what you can, while you can. Get dirty, get sick, get gray and bloody. Get some death and love and shit. Go back and see if you can cut it in the clean. Go back after you're not so green and see if you can take it, back there in the hot-house -- back where it's cush and comfy. They'll take you. They'll hose you off, polish you up, cut off the warts and tumors, plug you into the nutrient bath under the bright gro-lights and let you flourish. 

(about my timed writing exercises)

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