Aim: KILLING THE BLOCK
Focus: 60 seconds of writing
Let's get rid of that writer's block so many people are having trouble with. Write for sixty seconds without stopping, jotting down anything that comes into your head. If nothing arrives...I don't believe you. Try and sit for sixty seconds without thinking of anything. I don't even care if it's along the lines of "Sixty seconds of writing, this is so stupid, I can't think of anything."
No cheating! Write down what you think of, don't try to second-guess, and don't try to impress people!
HERE IS WHAT PEOPLE SENT IN:
What should I think about? Well what am I think about right now? Oh my gosh, I'm thinking about thinking. Why do I always do that!? This is so hard to type from an iPod... man I really need to stop getting grounded. Why did I get grounded again? The world will never know. I'm just that bad... you know that word that starts with an A. Yup. Apples. I love them they are so good. Whenever I twist the stem, I get 'F.' What kind of guy name starts with an F? My doctor, his name is Fill with an F... I have to remember to get him to get my ADD medication refilled. Maybe that will help. Amd maybe I'll marry Forrest Gump.
Today I was listening to my local radio station, 97.5. I was enjoying the music, I believe it was a song by Katy Perry currently playing, when they announced a contest. I was so excited when I heard it was a free giveaway for Selena Gomez tickets. So I had four phones calling the radio station at once, but I ended up being the 98th caller, when you had to be the 97th. So sad :(
The most random stuff comes out my head when I do this exercise. It's surprising. I beleive everyone has a filter on their thoughts which prevent them from saying certain things that may be inappropriate. This exercise completely obliterate that filter as well as the huge block deemed "writer's block.' I wonder if that filter is actually the block that creates writer's block. It could be some kind of mutation.
One minute of thinking.. here goes. Thinking is really complex. That's what I think. I mean.. does it weigh anything? I read somewhere that it might. Probably. It might be so little that it would be too complex to comprehend..
Climbing up this thorny rose, I try to run as fast as I can. Screams echo below me, but my mind is set on my task. I feel blood oozing from a wound where I have pricked myself, there are many of these wounds, but I don’t back down. That is, until, my hand takes in the sharpness and I fall.
You know, this exercise reminds of that other writing activity. Or maybe this one is this one it reminds me of. Either way... Aarrgh, I dunno. Oh, god. Thirty seconds. Um. Um. Take me for what I am, who I was meant to be! And if you give a damn, take me, baby, or leave me! Ah, that was fun. Meow.
how far is right for our personal liberty to be invaded by the forces that be, be they police or government or otherwise if that invasion of liberty is done so under the name of justice or under the protection of the greater good. For society. But in that, who decides what is justice and who decides what is the greater good? These principles, her a hegemony of ideas. Permeated down to us from the ruling class so that we integrate them into your lives to such an extent whereby they become common sense. It is the knowledge of such occurring and the knowledge of knowledge that sets one free. Workers of the world unite, you have nothing to lose but your chains. This was said by Marx. I say people of the world unite, you have nothing to free but your minds.
I wonder… what do I wonder? That’s odd… really… why is my heart beating so fast? I’m shivering… I don’t feel cold… I think someone is trying to talk to me… but I can’t be bothered finding out. I don’t want to talk to anyone right now. I wonder what Harry is thinking… I’m worried about him… he didn’t seem very good last night… I think that’s him coming online now actually… probably just my imagination though… what is this song called? I like it… oh shit, I think I’m going to cry.