If you're someone who likes to write, but feel you need the motivation of challenge in order to write, then you might like this tool: Dr. Wicked, a tool to help ease yourself into writing - everyday if you please.
So easy, even a procrastinator can do it. You set your word goal, set the timer, and start writing. It's that easy.
I played with it twice and each time, maybe one line was worth anything. But that's how it is with writing no? I mean, sometimes it's just words - a mess of them and not a single one behaving the decent, well educated words should, because the clock was ticking! and you were too freaked out - stuck.
Other times, a block of ten minutes worth of words might yield a single gem, a single line maybe. Other times it isn't so bad, considering it was a mad dash to beat the clock.
The important thing is that you wrote; the cool thing is that you met your set goal. Today I played with it and entered a goal of 500 words in 15 minutes. I typed over 6oo words! (okay, 15 minutes was a bit generous.) I was impressed - the clock isn't stressing me out as much anymore. Not bad for a free write - a kamakaze-just-start-typing-balls-out-see-what- happens exercise. Go on, give it a try - you know you want to. Here's what I mean - at the risk of embarrassment, I'm sharing my most recent:
I've been contemplating an ear piercing. I was in a shop, decided to go and do it and stop thinking about it, so I went. I was immediately confronted with a room full of teen-agers. young women who were there to get more daring, less exposed, parts of their bodies. From the room behind the curtain, I could hear a young girl admit to her fears. But she wanted that part pierce worse than she was afraid. Minutes later I could hear 'you did it?' "oh, yay...I'm so happy! I didn't think i was going to be able to do it.' I wondered where the new pierce was. I thought I should have been more observant and noticed what her face looked like before she went in. She had a prong thing stinking out of her nose. It didn't look red or irritated so I have a feeling it wasn't a new cowbell thing through her nose. Next to the wall was a young, beautiful black girl with the most extraordinary eyes. I note her skin color because it's important to give you an idea of her beauty; light black skin, green eyes with beautiful eyes lashes and her eyebrows framed her eyes beautifully. She was in for a nose piercing. She was going to look stunning. I contemplated a nose piercing. put that idea aside - because only some people can make nose piercings work. You have to be stunning like this young woman, or else, it just looks like metal or shiny object on your nose. I walked out without doing anything after a gaggle of about 5 girls walked in. All were going to pierce something. I'm nearly 50. Why do I want to pierce, I mean, really? What is my motivation. I did it twice before and it seems to not work. My ears are not happy when I do it. I've actually been told 'oh, your ear isn't happy.' I can actually say my ears have been royally pissed off for poking them, then soaking them in sea salt twice a day to help the healing process. The last time I went in for a piercing and walked out was, what if my ear gets pissed off again? What do I do then? The last thing you want is a pissed off ear. This time my reason for walking out without piercing was that I remembered that in reflexology, the ear is important for issues with sciatica. I'm almost 50. What if I piss the thing off that can deal with any sciatic issues that arise? Or worse, what if I trigger some sciatic episode for having poked at my ear and pissed it off? What then? Then I also saw a sign that said 'piercing happy hour - back by popular demand. Mondays and Wednesdays. Today is Sunday. I said to the young woman, 'hey, I just noticed this happy hour sign, I'll be back Monday (today is Sunday) and save some money on this.' Sure, she said. I'm sorry that you had to wait. I think what she meant was 'I'm sorry I left you alone too long to think about whether you wanted to make your own statement and gave you enough time to chicken out.' I walked out with a smile on my face, $50 still in my pocket and a timeline to decide - do it or not. And which ear? left or right. And tattoo instead of piercing or not? Before I leave for San Francisco or when I return. I think this is all just me saying, I may not do this afterall and just accept that I'm a traditional kinda girl.
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