Inspiration (2) The Writers Secret Weapon....... Writing Anything that Comes to Mind.

This post is linked with the previous post. I have been doing writing as per usual and I am trying to get stories from all over the place. Here is a new exercise to help out with the inspiration part of the writing world.

Has anyone heard of this exercise? This is a simple, strange exercise but very entertaining when you read through what you have written.

It's amazing what you might find with some sentences that come through random bursts while in free flow in writing. There is an exercise that is a fun way to get inspiration for stories and it on this post that I shall do this exercise. Here are the rules;

• Think of a quick title from the top of your head.
• You have three minutes to write the first thing that comes to your head, your first thoughts or words. You carry on until five or so minutes have past and then you stop and review what you have written.
• You cannot hesitate. 
• It doesn't matter what you write, no matter how weird it may be... just write it anyway.
• Try not to pause, just carry on writing until you have to stop permanently.
• Be inspired by the magnificent weirdness.

Title: The Wellington Wilt Worm.

The Piece: "Surfacing from the earth the serpentine sepulchre spoke the words of cold sand throughout the well of eternal thought. When did you speak of the fire and why did not you quench yourself in them. It came to you from the birth of man so why not make the toast. Drink the tea when the moon is nigh you scandalous curmgeon and roar at them for the thoughts of calm you now for dough. When the mater head wake the grey earthern tide for whatever you did is nothing for the welcoming timeline. Shut up with your jibber- jabber and thoughts of unutterable wishing walk, you ate all the pies and so you must go to it with a stupor. Don't bring the wafer in the water I'll watch the dream of this life. This is your flip, hope it's good and all and ah it won't be a shower any time soon so sit down. And another thing that I wish to say is when I was wafted into birth you were not looking round for the sparrows like you should have eaten god damn it. How you you can't aim your food in your mouth like old grannies. Come on now son, get a gate. Shall you not make it tonight the moon dogs cannot see the thirst and you know what that should get you in after. Stop worrying and yes I will spin around tonight and yes that does mean a drill. Kaboom. Gong the counter you oaf. Spagetti mutton, the medieval Italian won't stand for this any more and don't you forget it. Same as me. You like swing the cold pepper henceforth but keep typing or it is going to explode. Hush ya mouth Earl Grey and become like the men of the thousands of people that won't get me on the shoulder because the world keeps spinning around. When will this end and why this eternal bleating from the black bits of space. La law shall make me wanna go this way in this speedboat with the hot dog. Nee nah and a thousand films.Come on over and come on over now. Hear all about it, hear all about it and don't you fillet it forever and then this can be and you're a glass because the strings isn't ready yet."

Review of Piece: It doesn't make much sense as was expected. It was actually quite fun to write because I was just letting my mind flow. I'm not sure if I can make it into any sort of story. Maybe if I take small parts out I can use those small bits of inspiration. The above piece of writing is only a starter but a good exercise. I'll see what I can do with the above. 

Over and Out
ED.

Inspiration (1) Records of Dreaming for Inspiration.

For about a week I have been making it my business to remember all of the dreams that I have had in order to write them down. It has been said by Mr Loadsofpeople that dreams are a great inspiration for stories. Hence I recorded down my dreams.

Come hither and read some of the stuff that has been happening in my mind while I sleep... if you want.

• Earlier this week I was visiting my friend Dave. I slept on his sofa for the night as I usually do when I visit and this was my dream: "I dreamt that I was in the same place that I was, sitting on the same sofa, in the same room I was actually sleeping. I was sitting down. I was using a kindle (maybe because I picked one up recently) and I knew that what I was reading was about some sort of world war that was going to happen but hadn't happened yet. A child sat on the sofa and asked what I was doing. I showed him/her the document and we read about the future war together. I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water and for some reason knew that if I threw the glass of water over my head, it would mean that I could fly. I went out into the garden and threw the water over me and flew into the sky. I must have been flying around for a bit but I landed back in the garden and went back inside the house. The child was still there. She smiled then some person fell downstairs because their trousers had fallen down...which was a good slapstick moment of the dream."
• I was at home when this dream happened. "I was meeting someone in a shop. In the shop was a rectangular table and two chairs. I was sitting on one of the chairs waiting for someone. The person that came was a man in his mid thirties with rectangular glasses and he instantly sat down and crossed his legs. I knew just from looking at him that he did not look like that and that he was not really a man in his mid thirties with glasses. What he really looked like didn't have any form but I didn't say anything. We talked together for a while but when I was about to leave he asked if he could hug me. I hugged him but as we pushed together we became this one massive blob and all I could see in my vision was my face with lots of different coloured lights shining on it. I then turned and saw a man looking at me, looking angry, shaking his head and folding his arms and it annoyed me that he was angry because his sister (who was called something strange) wouldn't allow him to do what he was doing."
• The dream I had last night: "I was watching a television. From what I remember on the screen was a raging sea (similar to the sea that you might see on one of the BBC 2 title screens...but without the BBC 2 bit) and two people standing on a massive rock in the sea. On the bottom right of the screen was a digital clock type thing that you might see while you watched the BBC News. As I watched the scene on the screen I looked at the time on the clock every so often. I knew it was early in the morning in my dream. The time came for me to look at the clock again but when I did it had turned to the afternoon on the 24 hour digital clock (16:00 for example) ... and that freaked me out because I knew that it was the morning in my dream." As I became freaked out I suddenly woke up because someone made a noise near my room.

I couldn't remember any other of my dreams, or I could remember some of them but it was so confusing and confounding that I found it hard to recall it. I have some other dreams under the bag and I'll record a few more then stop. 

I wish to write some bizarre literature, perhaps from some more dreams that I will get in the future. Bizarre, bizarre world of dreams. Crazy world of the mind. 

Over and Out.

ED

Happy New Year!!!

It is now officially 2012.

The time has just flown by.

I hope that this year will be a goodun for the world.

There are loads of things to look forward to.

There are loads of things to look back on.

And always remember the unforgettable phrase..........I can't remember what the phrase was.

Be Good.

Over and Out.
ED