My good friend Chocobosage wrote a post yesterday about Free Writing, which is a ‘pre-writing technique in which a person writes continuously for a set period of time without regard to spelling, grammar, or topic.’
He first explained in much more detail what free writing was and its benefits. Check it out here. He then proceeded to carry out the task and see where it got him, which led to an inspirational little piece of writing. So inspiring that I thought I would give it a try myself.
Maybe we could make this into a challenge. So if you feel you are having writer’s block or are just up to the task, join in and see what you come up with. I would encourage you to check out Chocobo’s post to get a full understanding of the concept. It looks fun, so here goes, for the next 10 minutes, I shall my hand at Free Writing:
One minute in, no words to speak of. A constant struggle which seems to counter the the fact that there are one hundred thought running through her head per second on a constant basis.
Too much trying to figure everything out at once and failing due to over capacity. So what does she do? She writes, she writes to try and get some kind of cosmic order of her thoughts. Confusion is a familiar friend and although it is not feared, it isn’t something that she is fond of. So she continues to write to allow her thoughts to escape her mind. What she doesn’t realise is that the build up is stronger than she could ever imagine. How much does she have to write to empty her mind?
Four minutes and still no words are there to form a solid sentence, a solid thought. All she thinks about is the timer and the fact that she will end up with nothing. Music plays softly in the background. It is a way she attempts to drown out a portion of the racing intrusions in her head. Sometimes the music is accompanied by lyrics, sometimes it is just a sweet melody that keeps her company whilst her head is in the clouds.
She imagines the good old days, when her mind was not so shot. She would enjoy the sunshine, appreciate the surroundings. See the beauty. She sighs to herself, because she would give anything to be back there. Back before she knew too much, back before the world betrayed her and took away her innocence too soon. She wonders if she will ever get better, she wonders if she could relive the innocence that was cut short.
All she can do now is what she does everyday, fight, fight for her own sanity and reason. She knows that at this point in life, most people have had their demons appear and they are in constant battle too. She makes it her mission to try and help those people, or at least let them know they are not alone.
So there we go. I got there with 6 spelling errors. I think this method definitely has potential, saying that, I think it depends where your mind is at the time as to how it will turn out. For some reason, to me, freedom is always enjoying the sunshine in an open field. I think this is because nothing bad has ever happened when I was in one of those places. A secondary location I often find myself envisioning is the beach, the calmness, of the sea kissing the sand and the warm sun which is countered by the breeze. Wonderful.
I think this would work well as an attempt to write a poem too.
Okay, that is enough of my ramblings, I wish you a wonderful Wednesday!
Until next time, take part!