Friday, October 4, 2013

Five Minute Friday: WRITE

Once again, joining Gypsy Mama for Five Minute Friday.  Curious? Here's what she has to say:

1. Write for 5 minutes flat for pure unedited love of the written word. (On your blog or in the comments).
2. Link back here and invite others to join in {you can grab the button code in my blog footer}.
3. Go leave some comment props for the five minute artist who linked up before you."

This week, the prompt is WRITE.


I can't remember a time in my life when I DIDN'T write.  Seriously.  I can remember writing stories in spiral notebooks in the third grade, and I can remember seventh grade science, where I apparently didn't pay any attention to SCIENCE, I just wrote. I used loose leaf paper and I had an intricate folding system so that I could write without the risk of ANYONE ever seeing more than a fragment of a sentence.

I can remember at work, on L&D, if I had an empty room in my pod, I could sit at the computer and tilt the monitor in the spare room so that I could write AND watch the laboring woman on the monitor.

What do I write? I really have no idea.  Mostly beginnings of stories.  Thousands of beginnings of stories.  Crime stories, love stories, mysterious stories, paranormal stories, X Files spinoffs, high school vampires (this was WAY before Twilight, ew), high school hospices one time I wrote a beginning about a teenage girl genius who lived on a submarine.  She used to lay out on a lawn chair when it surfaced.

Then I grew up and married a submariner!! AND I WORKED ON A HOSPICE FLOOR!!! Wicked, right? Still blows my mind.

And just so you know, that would NEVER happen, with the lawn chair.  Although they do do swim calls, which would have been helpful to know when I was writing this.

I've never finished a single story, other than a few short stories for a creative writing class I took in high school.  It makes me sort of sad, but I spend most of my driving time going over dialogue in my head, plot points, where my favorite characters are now, what they're doing, how their lives turned out, and so far, for me, that's enough.

Angela is the only person I've ever let read my stuff.  She


Time's up.

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