Writing is a game played on the
keyboard. The rules are pretty flexible and will often change from
one round to another. Sometimes it's best to throw the rules out the
window and dance around the page till you bump your head on something
sharp. Fall down, get up and flail about once again. Maybe this time
you will trip over an ottoman and launch into 300 words on Mary Tyler
Moore and the sacrilege of the Rob and Laura beds. Really, how did
they ever have a son? Where was I? Oh yes, playing around with mind
and page.
Wednesday, February 17, 2016
Friday, February 12, 2016
Bone jewelry and enemas - 100 words
The only thing
creepier than dreams about ninjas attacking me in motel rooms is the
ads that are showing up on my computer after researching those dreams
online. Handsome men and ugly women in shining armor on motorcycles
trying to sell me hot yoga, human bone jewelry and enemas.
To deflect the ads
I searched for Katy Perry and Hello Kitty but that just made things
worse. I can't even describe the images the internet tried to sell
me. So I searched for monster trucks and punk rock. Now I'm being
offered doom and gloom but it's better than enemas.
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