20 Days of Writing 101: Day 1

20 days of writing inspiration…each day offers a new prompt and a special twist.

Day 1:   Today, take twenty minutes to free write. And don’t think about what you’ll write. Just write. Keep typing (or scribbling, if you prefer to hand-write for this exercise) until your twenty minutes are up. 

the_mad_hatter_by_isabellewallgren-d525r5rAnd away we go!  Twenty minutes here I come.  I will eat you up like a ice cream cone in the summer.  I’m sure I’ll devour you so fast I’ll have the biggest brain freeze this side of the North Pole.

So what to write?  Hell if I know and besides that’s not the point.  It doesn’t matter a hoot and a holler what the damn words scream from the page.  No.  The point with exercise is just to write like a mad woman.  I think I could be a damn good mad women.  Heck I’d probably even win an Academy Award, because in truth I’m already half way there…to madness, I mean.  The mad-hatter has nothing on me!

Oh damn…there goes my phone.  The question is:  should I continue this pointless exercise or answer the phone.  Oh well…problem solved.  By the time it took me to write that last sentence my phone began to sleep as quiet as a baby.  Thank God….this is an exercise of thoughtlessness.  No smarts required to fill a page with ink letters.  Crap if I were so inclined I could just hold down one key for 2o minutes.  For instance…lets say my left pinkie suddenly put on tons and weight and for the life of itself it fell and couldn’t get up.  His/Her fall would look something like this: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

Well there you have it.  It doesn’t pay to gain weight too fast, because if you do you’ll get stuck in a rut just like the little “a” above.  I should have seen that one coming.  I’ve been stuck in rut for a while (about 2 years now) Been gaining weight on a steady basis since the death of my mom.  I know….I know…it sounds as if I’m using that as a crutch!  BUT it’s the God honest truth.  Before her death I was on a downward spiral but in a good way.  I was loosing weight and training to run in a 1/2 marathon and then it happened, she died.  I felt as if something inside of me went with her into that casket.  I remember when they started tucking the cloth inside the rim of the casket and I knew what was next.  They would shut my mom in a box of darkness.  I couldn’t help it…I cried and had to turn away because I just couldn’t watch them do it.  I must have looked too long because some of  me is still trapped in that darkness.  Like a blind person it is pressing it’s hands against the walls and trying it’s best to escape.

My 20 minutes are up.

Going to answer the phone.

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