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Freewriting


This morning I've been freewriting – a method I was taught at uni and one that seems to be a random process but has always worked for me.  You basically sit and write.  No punctuation or spelling issues.  Even gibberish is better than stopping and though I used to get cramp and stop for a break I can now get through it.  I think when you’re typing and slightly in pain the interesting stuff comes out.  The little finger on my right hand clicks out of joint when I’m writing something good.

But it hasnt clicked out in a while and I’m trying to create a bigger project than I’m used to.  Short stories, short plays and even blogs all restrict you to a minimal amount of ideas, shorter communication and I’ve finished sooner than I’ve started.

So to freewrite you need a pen, pencil, crayon or keyboard and a new page to unleash all over.  Just start writing.  Absolutely anything.  When you get stuck start repeating’ my name is [insert your name!] my name is…my name is…and Im…’

Remember your first kiss with the person you’ll wake up next to every morning.  Remember the pain you get when you bite into vanilla ice cream.  Remember being lost in Woolworths when you were five…

Remember anything and start writing.

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