My Cure: A writing exersise

i tried this and i have to say, it worked surprisingly well. i'll admit, i was a little skeptical, simply because i thought that using irrelevancy would lead me astray from what i was working on, but i immediately helped. good tip!

Some letters are too difficult. Not much option when you come to x, y, k, z, v. Generally this can be fun, but I remember playing it in drama years ago, and always getting blocked on a few letters. K in particular

Karma is the concept that whatever you do will be returned to you.

You can't be serious about having difficulties with Y.



Sorry, feeling silly. I'll have to try this sometime.

Do you use it to generate new ideas, to jumpstart a stalled piece of work, or either one? In the second case, do you have the characters in your story do the conversation?

Adirondack deserves an "A" for this idea--can I hear a "B?"

"Butter me up a little better, and I might speak up," she said.

"Can't you just say what you mean when you mean it? Can't you just speak up without someone needing to goad you into it?" he asked.

"Don't be on my case about this, man. Words work their own way, not yours."

Ever the brat, Anna passed two pinched fingers across her lips, and then flipped him the bird.

Flinging his book against the wall, Bud stood from his chair, marched out of the house and slammed the door behind him. The picture over the couch rattled and fell down the wall, startling her.

Eyes narrowed, she reached for the phone. The frame on their wedding photo was outdated anyway. She would replace the gilted curlicue thing with industial black, something to show she meant business.

"Fineman, Harris and Veldt, Attorneys at Law. How may I help you?"

Lacewing, you're gooooood!

Guldurrn it.

Help this poor clod learn to read.

I screwed up by doing b c d e f e f. But now I've filled in g h i.

Just take it from here.

Kicking idly at a rock, Sam hummed quietly.

"Listen to me, Sam. You can't keep disappearing like that."

"Maybe I had a good reason," he said looking up with big brown eyes.

"No. There's no good reason to take off without letting someone know. What if something happened? How would we know where to look for you?"

"Oh."

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Hey, that' works pretty well! I was a little skeptical, but look what I whipped out. And you know, this just spurred a whole new conflict for my plot.

Hee hee. You're awesome! Thanks for sharing!

Pointless exercise.
Quite ridiculous really.
Right now I could be writing something significant.
Still, it's doing something.
This is weirdly engaging!
Unless someone stops me, I might finish the whole alphabet!
Vamoose! This thread is now mine!
What? You want a turn?
Xcuse me. I was being selfish...
You go ahead.
Zounds! Look what's happened! I just completely took over.
Aw, I'm sorry.


ltd.

But it was fun.

ltd.

Hey, I like this. It's kinda fun.

Can't you think of something to post to continue the game, Beezle?
Don't you want to keep it going?
Even if you only write one line!
For what it's worth, I think it's a pretty good exercise!
Gonna try it?
Huh?
I think you wanna.
Just so you can say you did.
Krap! I messed up. Someone else can go. Probably should start with "K."

ltd.

Kindly stepping in to pick up the thread.
Let me see what I can do.
Maybe I can write a new piece of dialogue for my story?
Nope. Not right now. Still at work.
OK, then, just keep it simple?
Probably the best option.
Quaint, how this works, isn't it?
Really neat, actually.
So I'll definately add this to my writing arsenal.

This stuff is so funny to read.

Unusually well, this is working.

Vader? No! I'm talking like Yoda!

Well, I'm done, because my brain is starting to hurt at the mere prospect of coming up with a word that begins with X.

X is really hard -
you only have like, 3 choices!
Zero choices would be worse though.



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Awesome game.
But you really think it works?
Can't hurt to give it a shot.
Don't want to down on it or anything.
Even if it does seem silly.
Finishing up now.
Gotta go to bed.

Heck, I don't know if it works for anything.
I just know it's fun!
Just like playing a video game -
Kind of challenging,
little bit mindless,
mostly harmless.

Not to belabor the point, but words have their own reasons. We think we are thinking them but it's just as true that they think us.

Opening the door quietly, he entered the room to spy over her shoulder and read as she typed.

"Perhaps we and our words are one and the same," he whispered.

"Quit that, Tom. I saw you sneaking up anyway, reflected in the monitor."

Reality had its own way of fooling her, fooling Tom, fooling the keboard, the screen. Wasn't this the reason she wrote, to gather varieties of the real into one coherent fiction?

Sometimes she wondered though, about what words could do. Just by typing, she could make herself think that only his image in the monitor was real, and that his whisper was imagined.

Turning, she looked to see who was there behind her, if anyone.

Unless she was imagining it, a door had opened and shut
Very strange, when she was alone...
Was that a cold wind?
X-rays would show it, she thought whimsically
Yet there was no one there but the cat
"Zucci! What the hell are you doing, scaring me like that?"

Almost....
But....?

Cat tails waved like masts in a harbor behind Zucci. Her brood of six, six months old, six-toed devils all, were following momma cat into their favorite haunt. Like true ghosts behind the ones we talk about, these tortoise shell cats, females of course, twined their way around their pure white mother to confront Danni.

Danni resigned herself to a half hour of amusement and sat back to see what the she-devils would do. Momma cat jumped in her lap, purring happily, anticipating that her young would make her proud.

Excited beyond containment, the kittens proceeded to explore the waste basket, claw the paperclip chain dangling from the chair and pounce on pencils when Danni rolled them off the edge of the desk.

Forget about work today, Danni, purred Momma Cat. They'll begin to talk when they go into heat the first time. That will be soon, you know. Enjoy the fun for now. My ghostlings will begin teaching you the dark stories within a month. Will you be ready? Have my white stories prepared you?"

Good golly!
Had to continue this thread!
It was calling to me.
Just so appealing and tempting, it was.
Kring, Tim writes my favorite new show, Heroes.
Love that show and this thread to death.
Man, don't I love it!
No, maybe I don't.
Pft!
Quite in love with this thread, I am.
Right?

"Sorry if I just burst in on you," he said with a grin.
Tina shook her head, spraying him with cool droplets of water.
"Unfortunately for you, I'm already finished. Do you want me to run you a bath?" She peered at him from around her towel.
Vanishing briefly, he came back with her hairbrush, which the dog had dragged into the hallway and chewed.
"What would you do without me? Nah, I don't want a bath. I took a shower this morning. How was your day?"
"Xavier cried all afternoon. I'm surprised you didn't wake him, bursting in like you did."
"Yeah, well, what can I say? I love catching you in the bath. You look beautiful when your hair is wet."
"Zach never thought so," she muttered, and turned away.
"Aha."
Blue eyes finally looked up. "What?"
"Can't say I didn't notice your mood this morning. Don't think about Zach. He's a waste of time, always was. Think of Xavier and the way he's going to smile when he wakes up and sees I've come home early."
"Do you think that babies have a sense of time?" she said a little acerbically.
"Every baby does, in some way. I'm going to go wake Xav up and play with him, give you some time to relax. If I get him worn out early maybe we can hire a babysitter and go out to dinner."
"Fred's Diner?"
"Good enough for me." He kissed her and went to his son's room, already planning what to order.

Good ideas sometimes lead to better ones.
Only if they are very well conceived.
Don't belittle my concept.
I wouldn't dream of it.
So you'll go along?
I'm not sure I can.
Never could commit yourself...
That's not fair!
Help me then.
Even if it means being false?
Don't be so transparent.
Eek, a rat!
That's not a rat, it's a possum.
A possum!
It's fine, really.
Look, it's pooping on your papers.
Shit!