Stupid Things

This is an attempt to write without filters. Pauses between sentences and ideas will be kept to a minimum. Spelling errors will be there, but hopefully edited out before it gets posted. There probably will be grammar mistakes. Repeated first words in sentences. Sentences that hang unashamedly. I might even start a sentence with "Because" or "And". Because I can

This is an attempt to write without giving thought to the beauty of the sentence. There will be no effort to make it roll on the reader's tongue or make them smile in the beauty of the structure of the sentence or how it sounds. That comes much later. Lengths will vary. There will be no uniformity. Adverbs will be abused and misused.

Why write badly?

I thought I could write. And I did, once upon a time 10 years ago. I had stories which I thought I could tell, because they needed to be documented. Life's experiences were good enough. There was always something funny amidst all the drama if you knew where to look for it. Writing was fun, because I knew what I was going to tell. I could write what happened. Perhaps I should have been a historian.

Writing fiction on the other hand was something different. I gingerly put my left foot in, but swept up to almost 40,000 words under some carpet because I had an exam. Priorities. I did try going back. I changed the dream from novels to short stories. I stopped blogging because I thought I could transfer the energy and time spent blogging to the stories instead. Nothing happened. I stopped writing altogether.

Therefore, I have to start all over again. Type the words one after the other as they appear in my head. This exercise was easy. Because I was writing about something that has happened or rather something that is happening right now. Forget about building characters or scenes or dumping unknown people in predicaments even you don't have answers to. For now, it's just words.