I have not been motivated to write for days, nor have I found much inspiration. So, I'm doing an exercise that I was taught in high school to get the gears flowing. This will be ten, unadulterated minutes of freewriting. Whatever comes out of my mind will be on the page. I cannot promise proper spelling or grammar, I can only promise what comes out of me to be authentic. Feel free to give it a try and see where it takes you...

the problem with writing is my brain works faster than my fingers and the words can't linger for too long or they'll be gone and i get impatient trying to come up with the next line, i don't like to take my time, i'm sure you've noticed that by now. 

trepidatiously, terrifying, triumphant, elephant, couscous, watermelon, trombone, bizarre, bazaar, christmastime, halloween, bats, barbeque, rabies, vaccines, weanies, potatoes, pot roast, lamb.

my brains gone empty that was quick, I still have nine or so minutes to go and this isn't looking good for me. it will be interesting to see how many words I can get down on the page. i tend to have a pretty quick typing speed, but I haven't tested in a while. the urge to close out of this tab and take a typing speed test is far too strong. i thought this would give me something interesting to write, help me feel creative, maybe start a cool idea for a story, but no, just the ramblings of a mad man. 

my bed sheets are green. green is my favorite color. it was my favorite color as a kid too, then i liked blue, then purple, now i'm back to green. yellow is cool too. mellow. daisies. summertime. honey suckle. bees. birds. trees. grass. arched windows. placated shelves. memories of tomorrow. that makes no sense. you can't have memories of something that hasn't happened yet... or can you? 

who's to say. time is a social construct. god dammit. it always comes back to this. blip on a timeline nonsense. we get it. you're existential. pick another personality trait for fucks sake. yep, we know, self deprecating too. it's old now, get it together. 

old, old, i feel old. i know that realistically, i'm not old. 26 is nothing. and one day i'll be twice that age looking back thinking i didn't appreciate being young when i was young. then i will feel old still. and 52 wouldn't be that old either. and i would be lucky to make it that far. because time is never promised. cruel. cruel. devious. devilish. merciful. tirade. tumultuous. is this the second time I've written this word in 10 minutes? i do like that word. titillating. i like 't' words. 't' is a good letter. sounds nice rolling off the tongue. t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t. 

good god, i still have four minutes to go and this really has not helped me much. nope. no new ideas for a story. no lines for a poem. before i sat down to do this my brain was firing off rapidly now if i stop to "think" my head is completely and utterly empty. what a mess. 

i have been reading a lot lately. what have i been reading? well that is too cringey to disclose, but it's been nice to escape to other words and i'm enjoying the time i've spent with my nose in books (staring at the kindle app on my ipad). 

don't get me wrong, i have a "library" well, not exactly because I think one needs 1,000 books for a library and while I certainly have hundreds, i don't think i've pushed the 1,000 mark yet. one day, one day indeed. 

once we finish the basement and put the master bedroom down there, my kid is going to take our bedroom, and I get to turn his current bedroom into a proper library. i want shelves going from the floor to the ceilings. i want a freaking ladder that slides across the hardwood floors. i want my writing space and desk to be decked out in dark academia decor... all so I can read from the kindle app on my ipad. what can I say, i'm generation z. i like my technology. is that so bad? 

oh good god, a minute left. i'm almost at the finish line. a shame. not much interesting words, much more drivel. i don't even want to look at all the mistakes i made. i'm just going to bite my tongue, hold my nose, and press submit. 

i think my writing speed is pretty much where it was at before. writing non stop and almost at the 800 word mark. but that also isn't considering the words i wrote before to preface this whole thing. oh well what am- 

Luca Laurence

Freewriting Exercise 

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I have not been motivated to write for days, nor have I found much inspiration. So, I'm doing an exercise that I was taught in high school to get the gears flowing. This will be ten, unadulterated minutes of freewriting. Whatever comes out of my mind will be on the page. I cannot promise proper spelling or grammar, I can only promise what comes out of me to be authentic. Feel free to give it a try and see where it takes you...



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