WHENEVER YOU SEE THIS POST ON YOUR DASH, STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND WRITE ONE SENTENCE FOR YOUR CURRENT PROJECT.
Just one sentence. Stop blogging for one minute and write a single sentence. It could be dialogue, it could be a nice description of scenery, it could be a metaphor, I don’t care. The point is, do it. Then, when you finish, you can get back to blogging.
If this gets viral, you might just have your novel finished by next Tuesday.
Tangled in the locks of war, he lost his way.
It was our dream to be here,
yet I feel as though
I was the one who was extremely serious.
One must be nearly extreme,
or borderline insane to
make life altering decisions for dreams.
Or maybe the sparrow lied,
hiding behind beliefs that
or further move mountains to remain within distances of the asylum.
If we’re all crazy,
but the sparrow viewed me as the Only
then our cells float side by side in hurricanic tides,
and it is her misunderstanding of perspective
which voids her of truth.
It was our dream to be here.
The sparrow now nests in a land far from thee.
It was our dream to dream here.
I wonder if she still dreams.
written by: E. L. Winston
My dream last night…
James Lipton: “Dr. Brown, if heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the pearly gates?”
Me: “Angels read your work.”
- Randy Brown Jr.
About to go say hello to an old friend in Alphabet City.
From my new home in Gotham City, I welcome you with hard love, a subway scowl, and later, a smile that can only be replicated near a Mr. Frosty ice cream truck.
The flight up here was smooth. My mother will never understand my struggle for independence, and everything in New York City is not as advertised on television.
I plan to drink lots of hot tea these next few days. I’m still battling a sore throat.
Borrowing continued episodes of the male opera singer next door, I should be able to write tons from the comforts of my own room.
I asked for this, now I have it; I am living in New York City. How crazy does that sound?
I’ll end with this: yes, there is a larger collection of crazy people here than in most other cities, but it’s mainly because of the population. Nonetheless, when I tell locals I just moved they all say the same thing:
"Welcome to New York!"
Confirmed. I am taking a morning flight out to New York this Saturday. It begins…
I don’t know how else to explain it: Robin Williams was my favorite. It was through watching Mr. Williams be himself that I knew it was ok for me to be me. People loved him because of his energy, kind heart, but more than anything else, people loved him because he was never afraid to share his joy with the world.
For goodness sake, his films brought my discombobulated family together.
Mr. Williams, your spirit lives on through us all. I smile because there is nothing to frown about, and even in your darkest hour, I’m sure you did too.
- Randy Brown Jr.