The Tenth Daughter of Memory is having a contest. There are nine muses (prompts) and you write something for each. All nine make up one whole story.
The first muse was “A Random Memory.” Here’s my 1st, called Dark.
The second muse was “A Fear of Writing.” Here’s my 2nd, called Dismal.
What follows is for the 3rd muse, "An Ambiance of Technology."
The whole point is to be wrong. Get a timer that you use for cooking and set it for fifteen minutes. Get out your keyboard and begin typing. There is no stopping for spell checker or to look up the name of that really cool guy who could be the character you know id just perfect for the part of the story where the girl and the boy have a misunderstanding and they begin to hate eachpther. If necessary, we break out the program that has an timer built in and if you stop typing a loud noise sounds in the room and the screen begind to turn pink and then red and if you wait too long it blocks you out so that you have to begin again and be very careful because if you don’t do it right it won’t save what you’ve written.
Shut up that stupid voice in your head that tells you you can not post something for people to see that has tuypos and incoherent thoughts and rambling run on sentences with poor or no punctuation and you ignore your mother who says you make no sense and you will e,mbarrass yourself so you don’t take any chances and you fret over what other people will think and you believe the world will end and you’ll die and never recover and everything is carved in stoone.
But there’s this keyboard that allows you to keep typing and you don’t look at the screen and you know that later if you want you can cut and paste and re-type or delete or you can post it and change it later or maybe you could just keep typing and see what happens and then put it out there for the whole world to see and it doesn’t. You will live and it doesn’t change the value of you as a person and the whole thing is crap but its your crap and so you hold it close while letting it go and you don’t change anything even though you have spell checker to counter act your inability to spell worth a damn and you have dictionary.com to help you find the perfect word when your brain refuses to retrieve it from the locker inside your skull.
But you know once you start using all of the cool tools available they are really ways to block the thoughts and ideas. It is best to spit them out. Let them spew from your mind and directly to the paper with no fence or wall in between. Burst the dam that keeps creativity at bay and say “fuck you” to that voice that makes you miserable and stifled and incomplete.