Post by Ace Anderson on Jan 8, 2011 21:02:55 GMT -5
So I assume we all actually like to write and I'm sure a serious writer could do this exercise a hundred times. It's something fun to try and literally only takes 10 minutes.
Set a timer for 10 minutes or just pick a minute on your watch on computer or whatever, and begin to write. Write without stopping for 10 minutes, no matter what it is. It can be anything, seriously. It's one of those things to 'get the juices flowing.' I find a lot of my best writing comes out when I'm in the zone and not 'thinking' about what I'm going to write next, but rather just writing. Which is a good break from the sort of writing I do for school, where it all has to be organized in a sickly manner. The best thing is, even if you can type insanely fast you're not going to end up with much more than 1500 words so all of them are postable right in this thread. I'd like to see what some of you come up with, and I'll probably do it a few times as well. Here's an example of one I did a little while ago... actually a few years ago.
The strings of the cello vibrated in a somber rhythm as he entered through the back door, clad in black. A few momentary glances were sent his way before the party-goers went back about their business. Some danced, some chatted, some ate. He made his way to the punch bowl with his hands in his pockets, his eyes pointed downward. He moved unseen by most everyone. The cello player’s bow pushed back and forth; the music picked up. The tempo pulsed like the mysterious man’s throbbing head three nights prior.
He removed one hand from his pocket to get himself some punch, keeping his right hand firmly in place. The object he grasped was cold when he picked it up, but now it was warm. The punch went down hard, and he let out an exasperated sigh as he placed down his glass. It burnt his heart a little, but it wasn’t just the punch that was burning.
The music slowed... grew quiet... the cello player closed his eyes, feeling the song as it went from his brain to his fingers to the airwaves. The patrons in attendance moved in time with the tune, swaying back and forth, mesmerized. The man in black made his way across the floor, his eyes trained dead ahead. He collided with a man holding a tray of empty glasses.
“Oh, sorry sir,” the servant put politely, to which the man gave a nod. His mind was elsewhere. He moved toward the center of attention. The stage came closer. His hand was still deep in his pocket, reaching through, almost beyond, into a hole that he did not make himself. A hole that was in his own head. His index finger twitched slightly.
He still went unnoticed, even when he pulled the gun. It wasn’t until the booming shot went off and the patrons ran screaming that they noticed, all of them turning to stare at the man on one knee in front of the stage, and then to the splintered wood of the cello, the strings frayed and now unmoving. Then to the bleeding cello player, who received a shot to the heart.
It was the least the man in black could do for the one who stole away the love of his life, right out from under his nose.
Have fun!
P.S. Luis you can move this to the other section of the boards if you see fit. I started here, so I don't care at this point
Set a timer for 10 minutes or just pick a minute on your watch on computer or whatever, and begin to write. Write without stopping for 10 minutes, no matter what it is. It can be anything, seriously. It's one of those things to 'get the juices flowing.' I find a lot of my best writing comes out when I'm in the zone and not 'thinking' about what I'm going to write next, but rather just writing. Which is a good break from the sort of writing I do for school, where it all has to be organized in a sickly manner. The best thing is, even if you can type insanely fast you're not going to end up with much more than 1500 words so all of them are postable right in this thread. I'd like to see what some of you come up with, and I'll probably do it a few times as well. Here's an example of one I did a little while ago... actually a few years ago.
The strings of the cello vibrated in a somber rhythm as he entered through the back door, clad in black. A few momentary glances were sent his way before the party-goers went back about their business. Some danced, some chatted, some ate. He made his way to the punch bowl with his hands in his pockets, his eyes pointed downward. He moved unseen by most everyone. The cello player’s bow pushed back and forth; the music picked up. The tempo pulsed like the mysterious man’s throbbing head three nights prior.
He removed one hand from his pocket to get himself some punch, keeping his right hand firmly in place. The object he grasped was cold when he picked it up, but now it was warm. The punch went down hard, and he let out an exasperated sigh as he placed down his glass. It burnt his heart a little, but it wasn’t just the punch that was burning.
The music slowed... grew quiet... the cello player closed his eyes, feeling the song as it went from his brain to his fingers to the airwaves. The patrons in attendance moved in time with the tune, swaying back and forth, mesmerized. The man in black made his way across the floor, his eyes trained dead ahead. He collided with a man holding a tray of empty glasses.
“Oh, sorry sir,” the servant put politely, to which the man gave a nod. His mind was elsewhere. He moved toward the center of attention. The stage came closer. His hand was still deep in his pocket, reaching through, almost beyond, into a hole that he did not make himself. A hole that was in his own head. His index finger twitched slightly.
He still went unnoticed, even when he pulled the gun. It wasn’t until the booming shot went off and the patrons ran screaming that they noticed, all of them turning to stare at the man on one knee in front of the stage, and then to the splintered wood of the cello, the strings frayed and now unmoving. Then to the bleeding cello player, who received a shot to the heart.
It was the least the man in black could do for the one who stole away the love of his life, right out from under his nose.
Have fun!
P.S. Luis you can move this to the other section of the boards if you see fit. I started here, so I don't care at this point