for my horoscope tells me so:
I will write utter crap and just let the words tumble from my mind to my fingers and sticky-up the keys. I Won’t focus on my limitations! I will go without judging. I will find a productive place later. After the crazy screwed up swirls of ideas and images tangle, twist and crash into one another, bulging at my temples, pulsing under my left eye.
Go! Write Crap!
*created to the tune of My Generation, The Who*
^^^Update: I just wrote 1,045 words of an intense scene. I think I used the word “pierced,” “Twitching” and some sort of bird metaphor like 18 times. But I surpassed my goal of 700 words! Today’s crap session was inspired by Thrive, Switchfoot