We used to have writing exercises. They were a great way to stir the muse, juice up the day, and fresh the brain.
I thought that it would be good to throw out some writing exercises in the hopes that a real writer will come along and do it right!
EXERCISE #1: Tell about the day you went around a corner to fix an underwear wedgie and you fixed it. You turned around and saw that a crowd of people had been watching. What if the spectators were the van and camera crew from Publisher's Clearing House, and you were the wnner?
EXERCISE #2: Describe your last great Turducken adventure!
EXERCISE #3: You have two Twitter Accounts. Under one of them, you are a member of "Anonymous". Under another account, you converse with other national security personnel. You cross post your tweets for a week. What if no one notices? Would you report yourself to yourself?
EXERCISE #4: Tell us what you would do with the money you won from getting an EP at Open Saloon.
EXERCISE #5: What do you mean, you don't win money when you get an EP at Open Saloon?
EXERCISE #6: Is that screwed up or what?
EXERCISE #7: A woman is sitting at a cafe table, gazing at the Azure sea. A man approaches her, gives her a loving caress and then gives her a lingering kiss. She slaps him soundly. Who is he? Why did she let the kiss linger? WTF? Is she mental? Is she a ho?
EXERCISE #8: Two right wingers from one of them Carolinas walk into a gay biker bar in Sacramento, California. What is the next day's lunch special? Should California or one of them Carolinas put out the Amber Alert on the two right wingers from one of them Carolinas who walked into a gay biker bar in Sacramento, California?
That is all for today, fellow writers! Here's to a successful weekend of writing like there's no tomorrow! Wait...that is too depressing...Here's to a weekend of writing like yesterday was the day that everyone thought there was no tomorrow!
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looking forward to reading your book, woman. When are you going to be done?
#8 -- Husband says the lunch special must be: Pork Sausage.
I, of course, add: Porked?
I have a long list of post titles with no body to them all waiting patiently for me to give them time, I guess those will be my next exercises...
jmac: You are so right. Whole pages that were perfect last night are horrors today.
Just thinking: your comment proves your name. You two are too funny. As for the titles with no posts, I am going to steal that idea.
NOOOOOOO!!! Get ye back, Satan! Take your diabolical exercises and get ye ass away! Begone, I say!!!!
EP + Money = Tink still haz none!! ~:D
BTW the answer in # 6 is "what".
r.
(hint, hint)
Be brave, now.
ARRRRRRRRRR!
(P.S. If all goes well, Kim's place will have a party up and rolling aboard Kim's ship for the weekend. Dunno where we'll head for. That's yet to be determined.)
R