I had to admit, this was crazy. I didn’t know what to do, this was crazy. I had this idea that I couldn’t wake up like a normal person for months. That’s not very into the groove, is it?
I didn’t know what to say. Even when I planned to do this, I knew I’d be lost. So I guess that answers that question.
I’m a writer, aren’t I? And I’m doing WriYe, but I don’t always know what I’m going to do before I do it.
That’s part of it, though, isn’t it? Part of writing… making stuff up, being surprised. Or at least, that’s the impression I’ve always gotten from writers online.
Maybe none of us are groovy. But we have to have some days, don’t we? The days when our writing becomes good. Unless we all just have good writing.
Well, that was gibberish, in a matter of speaking. For those who don’t know, WriYe is a year-long writing event, which stands for Writing Year.
That was Stream of Consciousness Sunday.