Writing Exercise 5/8/19 Stream of Consciousness

Ok, so we’re going to try something a little different on this one. It was suggested to me that I might do a stream of consciousness type writing instead of an actual story. Let’s see what happens.

Rain. Water streamed down her face. Wet hair. It just occurred to me that I don’t know what rules, if any, apply to this. Oh well. Well water. Waterfall. The waterfall hid the entrance to the cave very well, as long as no one thought to look there. Look out for the rocks. Mind the gap. The gaping hole behind the curtain of water. Try not to worry if you’re doing it right or not. I can’t imagine there are many rules in a stream of consciousness writing, but I’m sure I’m breaking them all. He broke his leg on the rocks at the bottom of the waterfall. Ouch. Spellcheck is distracting.  Are there supposed to be paragraph breaks? I don’t know, but I’m going for it.

Tree branches cracking and swaying in the heavy wind. Well these stream of consciousness sentences mostly seem to be fragments. Maybe they should be whole sentences. I don’t know. She didn’t know why the clock on the wall had been stuck at three for days and days. Lyrics are distractions, choose your own words. Choose wisely. The wise woman said very little. It was a very little cat that sat on the mat and liked to be pat. Patted. Pet. I knew a girl who had a pet lizard once; she kept it in the large pocket in her overalls and brought it with her everywhere she went.  One day I saw her for the last time I’d ever see her, though I didn’t know it at the time.

Its or it’s is something I get stuck on a lot; I never remember which is which. Still, at least I know the difference between no and know, I can’t stand when people mistake the two in their writing-it drives me nuts! This exercise is weird, it makes me feel like I have ADD or something. My brother has ADHD and I’ve seen him try to focus, his thoughts end up all over the place.  And now I can’t think of anything; great.

Blank. Blank paper is always so intimidating. Why is it always so hard to start writing? Once I get going, it’s not so bad, but that first sentence is killer. Even picking an already written one line prompt is difficult, I’ve been looking some over and I’m still searching for some that strike my fancy. I’ll keep looking, but I wanted to get something down on paper so I decided to go with this exercise. I guess some words on paper is better than no words on paper, but I think I liked doing stories better. This feels like cheating, it’s like a journal more than a writing exercise, a very random journal with random outbursts.

I’m about done now, and I think I gave up on writing creatively and just went for filling the page with words. Hundreds and hundreds of pages forwards, more words than I had ever heard, and there I go with lyrics again. It IS what popped in my head though, and that’s the point of this, right? Write what pops in your head? I don’t know, actually. I should have asked for more details on the exercise before trying to complete it. That’s okay though, like I said, words on the page.

Alright, I think that’s all I’ve got in me for now. What is this, I don’t even. I feel like I broke my brain a little. Here you go, have my random thoughts. Hope you enjoyed them; not sure I did.