Sunday, June 02, 2013

freewrite

"gotta get back to writing again..." she whispered to herself.

She closed her eyes, waiting.  nothing came to her mind.  She was just about to go to sleep when the buzzer rang.  She was comfy, settled in and making an effort to sleep early tonight.  the day before had her in and out of sleep.  the body retaliates and takes what it needs eventually.  she wished for that take over now.

CRASH... came the thunder.  Her darkened room lit up with the lightening then another BOOM!  Rocking her head back and forth, the sharp cracks came from her neck as if to compete with the storm's own noise.

she held a pen, then a pencil.. started to doodle on the page but nothing came.

"Bah.. might as well check facebook" she winced.  This was a time waster and she was sure to do more harm than good.  But as soon as she pulled up her keyboard, her fingers started to type.

A browser opened, she typed in an address... once she had it bookmarked.  Here was where she would write every day, diligently making stories for others to read. Now she was rusty.  She was scared.  would she still have what it takes?

"freewrite" she answered her own question.

The freedom to write whatever comes to mind, just to get the writing muscle used to the words again.

her fingers flew over the keys with nonsense words.  the rain pattered down on her window ledge and she tried to match the rhythm with her typing.  It was soon hard to tell which was faster.

after 15 minutes, she stepped back, panting from her exercise and she smiled.  it was rough and very much out of her own style, but at least it was something.