Jinked

When I was in college, I had a professor that made us freewrite for fifteen minutes every class. We had to keep going no matter what, and if we couldn’t think of anything to write at all, we had to write the words, “Nothing, nothing, nothing.” It was fun. I always looked forward to it because at the next class he took pieces from everyone’s writing, every bit that he thought was strong or used a certain stylistic scheme, and compiled them on this sheet called The Beauties.

It was a great way to encourage people who maybe didn’t see themselves as good writers. Everyone wrote beauties. Stream of conscious writing evoked them. You didn’t have time to be hung up on what you were writing. There was none. None at all.

It makes me want to start freewriting again. I get hung up quite frequently, though I’m not entirely sure why. I thought I was past general writing hangups, but as I look at my writing now, I know there is always room for improvement.

I’m almost through with this horrible cold. The worst is over, thank goodness. The sore throat bit is always the most painful part. I don’t mind the runny nose and hacking very much. At least those two things are a lot more tolerable. Heh, let’s see what sort of tune I’m singing tomorrow.

I finally have shipping rates for my zine, both for domestic and international orders. I will post a link to buy very soon. If you will be at the Northwest Indiana Tweetup next week, at that brewery in Hobart, I will be bringing free copies along.