Trying to write but also listening to YouTube videos of Allison Krauss. Tough to concentrate with all that beautiful music going on around me.
Writing promot: Free write for 7 mninutes and publish unedited. Are you crazy? My free writing is usually my venting time. I'm not sure I would want to publish it. Too embarassing. Too personal. Too mean, at times.
Siri just told me to remember that a watched iPhone never boils. Haha. That's what I get for using my iPhone as a timer. Ah, technology. At least the programmer had a sense of humor. I still wish I could figure out how to change the voice. I'd rather have a male voice and preferably British.
So where is my head at tonight? It's Thursday. Been a busy week. Lots going on getting ready to switch jobs next week. And I still haven't started to clean out my office. Which could be a problem because my last day is tomorrow. Good thing I'll be back there on Monday to do my musical story time and ukulele class. I'm not sure how long I'll be able to keep that up.
So, I'm trying to follow the writing prompt but I'm supposed to be writing a poem or song. Does it matter that I'm doing freeform prose? Or should I change it up a little.
Trying to write.
For seven minutes.
Without thinking.
Without following a format.
Without pursing a particular topic.
Just let my mind wander.
I wonder,
could you do that?
can other people do that?
Pull off seven minutes of uninterrupted free form writing.
Probably, some can
and some can't.
Which I guess makes me a little special
because I can.
And I am doing it right now.
Just typing whatever my fingers and brain connect on.
Or I guess it is really my brain connecting with my fingers
on the Macbook keyboard.
Words
Phrases
while I listen to Seven Spanish Angels
sung by Willie and Ray.
As in Nelson and Charles.
Nice.
Smooth.
Makes it hard to concentrate on the task at hand.
And illustrates quite well the reason
that I normally don't listen to music while writing.
It distracts me.
And, guess what,
time is up.
I am done.
Freeform for seven minutes.
And I manged to do a large chunk of it as a poem.
Yay for me.
And now I will publish it
and assume that very few people will ever read it,
so why was I so worried about getting too personal?
