So as I indicated in my veryt first post on this blog, this particular blog was created as a space forn me to exorcise my writing demons. You see, I fancy myself a writer, and a pretty clever one at that. However, I have been frustrated with myself for not taking my writing seriously. Kind of ironic given that my writingt is largely sarcastic, sardonic and satirical in nature.
I digress. I bought a book: The Write-Brain Workbook. It contains 366 writingt exercises, and I will get through it. So here, if you have any interest, is the first one. If you are interested, play along, and share.
Circle the one word that most appeals to you:
Alabama Banistern Carousel Diesel Exorcist
Circle another word that appeals to you:
Flatulence Garage Harried Insensitive Jambalaya
Circle yet another word that you find appealing:
Keepsake Lamb Massage Nonsense Oriole
Use these three words in a story.
Sometimes I feel just like a gerbil running around and around on his wheel! Don’t get me wrong, it’s a great form of exercise, but sometimes I think a change of pace would be nice.
Now I know what you’re thinking: don’t get all crazy, you’re a gerbil, you belong on a wheel. And I get that, but a gerbil can dream, right?
My humans came home the other day with a stuffed giraffe, a keepsake from the county fair they had gone to, Big John was feeding me when a wave of flatulence [assed by me that was so strong, it knocked me out.
Everything went black. Then suddenly, there were colors everywhere. Colors, flashing lights, laughter and screams. And the smells, oh the smells. I sat up so I could take it all in. It was almost too much. My senses were on overload. I knew I needed to get out there and explore but I didn’t know where to start. And then suddenly, the sweet smell of fried dough wafted right under my nose. As if in one of those silly cartoons, I was transfixed. I instantly got up and like a mummy, I followed my nose to wherever that smell was leading me.
The sign said funnel cakes, and though I knew not what they were, the smell alone let me know I needed to get my paws on one.
And then, a greater power intervened. One of the giant humans in line dropped the flimsy, greasy paper plate containing what I could only guess was one of these funnel cakes.
I scurried over and the closer I got, the more excited I got. The smell was incredible. And finally I was close enough to venture a lick. Oh sweet jesus! My greedy paws could not work fast enough to shove as much of that funnel cake as possible into my mouth. Before I knew it, I had consumed the whole scrumdeliecious cake and was feeling a wee bit sick.
Stumbling around like an overstuffed penguin, I went in search of a place to sit. A little ways away, I saw a round platform, and on it, I spotted a bench. I made my way over, climbed onto the platform and scrambled up onto the bench. It was a little hard, but I settled into the corner and prepared myself for a nice quiet nap. Just as I was starting to doze off, I felt movement.
I sat upright on my bench and realized this was no ordinary bench I had sat down on. I was on a carousel and it was moving!
Between my full belly and the spinning of the carousel, it was too much for this little gerbil. My world was spinning and I was slipping. I saw stard and then a fade to black.
When I woke up, I was back in my gerbil home, feeling slightly dazed. I looked around and all I saw was the same family room that I had been looking at for years. And I realized that the funnel cake and the carousel were all part of a dream. I was a little disappointed. I got back on my wheel, and as I did, I tasted what could only have been powdered sugar on my upper lip.
I smiled and started walking on my wheel with gusto. I couldn’t wait for my next adventure. And in the meantime, I had to work off that funnel cake I had just devoured. 😉