I sat down to rescue my hero from one of the many perils that have beset him, and this is what showed up on the page:
I used to do it when I was young,
Though I don’t do it any more.
I did it in my room all alone
At night after I locked my door.
I could have done it in the day,
But I didn’t want anyone to see
That what I was doing
Was touching something deep inside of me.
The passion is gone with the years,
So now I can let the secret out.
I used to write poetry.
What did you think I was talking about?
I don’t know where that came from, or why, but there it is. Maybe all this writing is stirring up my brain. I just hope what shows up tonight is the next scene in my WIP. My poor hero is getting tired of waiting around for me to rescue him.
May 27, 2008 at 10:33 am
This is good. I didn’t know where you were going with this, but then ending is nice.
May 28, 2008 at 6:20 pm
Reminds me of a Chuck Berry song…
May 31, 2008 at 9:48 pm
I hope you’re successful in rescuing your hero. Good luck with your writing Pat!