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Experiment #3 timed
For those of you interested in The Writer’s Toolbox, you can find it at the link below.
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0811854299/ref=oh_details_o02_s00_i02?ie=UTF8&psc=1
Using the timer tonight.
First Sentence stick pick:
I had this system for getting exactly what I wanted out of people. That is what made me salesman of the year every year. It worked at selling cars and any sales job I’d ever had. The problem was, I hated selling cars. I was bored, bored, bored out of my mind. I began to imagine different ways to commit murder whenever I had to deal with an irate customer. I even joked about it once with a friend of mine.
Drew a Non Sequitur stick:
He told me, “You could make a living doing that kind of thing.”
I suppose I could, but I had never thought about it, until then.
Normally I am a patient and gentle soul. However, on the day that jerk, my ex husband, David Hennessy came into our showroom and announced that he’d bought the dealership, all bets were off. I knew exactly what he was up to and felt the target on my back.
Chose a last straw stick:
I cut the brake lines on the Honda when I left work that night. Hearing about his fatal accident on the news in the morning had me grinning while I sipped my morning coffee.
End of Experiment #3
Adventures in writing… experiment #2
First Sentence stick pick:
After only two months, Helen decided to become an exotic dancer.
College life didn’t suit her. She loved seedy bars and raunchy men. Yes, there was something wrong, deeply wrong inside her.
Her first kill made her feel whole. Finding another victim never became a problem in her profession. With her tits and ass she could crook a finger and they’d come running to the slaughter.
As she tied his hands to the headboard she told him about her other victims and what she would do to him. His heart leapt about in his chest like a heifer on a rope.
“I actually went to the cops more than once. They just stared at my tits.”
Drew a Non Sequitur stick.
“There you go making up lies again.”
“That’s what they told me the last time.”
It’s fun to walk in there, tell them what I did, and have them not care or believe me.
Ends second experiment.
Writing experiment #1
Two new books and The Writer’s Toolbox, time to see if I can jump start my writing. Using The Writer’s Toolbox today.
I drew one of the The First Sentence Sticks.
I was dressed in a completely inappropriate shade of pink.
I didn’t give an effing damn and I thought the stiletto heels and neon green, marabou feather boa were a good touch too.
My family didn’t want me at my Mother’s funeral, so I figured I’d shake them up. I had no fear and no regrets after what they did to me. They’d cut me off from her for years.
Who doesn’t tell a family member about their mother’s death and funeral until the night before when said person lives a thousand miles away? Thank the heavens my lover owned his own jet and they didn’t know about him. No one keeps Jimmy Flynn from his mother. I sucked in a chest popping breath and stepped out of the stretched limo.
End of first experiment.
Oh muse, wherefore art thou?
The writing well is still dry. I’m hoping things change soon. This is so frustrating.
I know…. breathe.
Sometimes it’s difficult to take my advice. Breathe some more.
I plan to drag out one writing book at a time and re-read them all. Maybe, among all those books, I will find inspiration and my muse who has gone into hiding.
Hesiod and the Muse (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Drawing a blank
I stare at the page, it stares back at me, the blinking cursor laughs at the emptiness of my thoughts.
“You dastard,” I grumble. I shake my fist at the computer screen.
Nothing comes, I bang my head on the keyboard. It doesn’t help it only gives me a headache.
I go back and reread the last page I wrote. Still nothing.
I take the dogs outside.
The page is still blank.
I leave the desk and go cook dinner, feed the dogs, and take them out, we eat our dinner.
Meanwhile, back at the desk, the cursor continues to blink and laugh at me.
I go to Facebook and see if anything stimulates my writing. Nothing. I realize I spend far too much time there and shut it down. I decide that I need to cut back and will set a timer every time I go in there.
Still didn’t get the page written. I did write my blog post, and get all my e-mails done… There’s always tomorrow.
facebook engancha (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Pictures because I am lazy today…
In case any of you have wondered what my desk top looks like, this is what is on my right side and on the top.
Yes, there are two skinny pictures to keep reminding me of my goal. No, we won’t talk about all my toys. 😛
My batty Pez holder is empty…need more Pez.
You all have a good one!
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