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The free write.
As a sea of undulating words.
The free write.
I’ve written some on my use of free write before, especially during this exercise and test to write so many words this year. Here’s a tossing of some further thoughts on why.
The free write.
Letting it get lost in this sea of undulating words, free to swish and swirl, free to write and wave, free to wish and twirl, without getting right or receiving rave.
The free write.
A chance to play. Splashing in the shallows. Stooping to scooping for sand crabs, crusty and crawling life skittering in the unlikeliest places. Throwing the handful of sand to the sky, following its fall, watching for patterns in the spreading sprinkles … splashing in the shallows.
The free write.
Write words.
The free write.
A place to drown. Drown and drain storming struggles. Sink writer’s block like … a cylinder block.
The free write.
It’s not always always a raging sea. It’s merely free, sometimes mirrorly. It’s undulates: “move[s] with a smooth wavelike motion.” It’s undulating: “having a wavy surface or edge.” It’s free to have whatever edge or surface works for the words, the writing, the who who’s being seen.
The free write.
A look. Sometimes, in glimpses of glassy sea, moments between, a dip to come clean.
The free write.
Undulating words as a sea.
The free write.
Free
—Billy
Reading. Writing. Living.
P.S. Free … but not to look at the sun. Enjoy the solar eclipse, safely we’re warned. Something about eyeballs roasting in their sockets. That doesn’t sound nice. I so want to look, though …
Word Count: 174,781 / On Pace: 169,950 / Year’s Goal: 200,000
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