I have 14 days to write 2,500 words. These words aren’t just any, they are the words that will prove that I have what it takes to attend University (official, brick building style University not OU anymore).
These words are split between two tasks. The first is to write a journey that can be either actual or fictional. Very little detail is given with this task which opens it up so wide I can’t even decide what kind of journey to choose. It could be a physical journey on a bus, train or in the car or even a journey of discovery, spiritual or otherwise.
The second part is a review. Fortunately, I’ve read the book in question and so I can use my 14 days to write fully instead of having to speed-read the subject matter!
As the title of this post suggests, this is more about whether I have confidence in myself as I find I’m doubting my ability to do anything right now. Particularly, doubting my ability to write.
I find that by writing gibberish, I think clearer. Ideas flow a bit easier because it really doesn’t matter what I write. Although, I very rarely use any of the gibberish as it tends to be.. well, rubbish! I thought I’d share some here today, however as its getting late in the evening and I’ve had a full on day at work, the crud is flowing nicely in my tired brain.
So, today it happened. In a world where time doesn’t happen, ever and things are solid most often. We find a protagonist named Joshua. He is a small semi-cellular being with hair and a face with all the features where they should be. I like Joshua because he likes cake but I also think he has a good attitude to life.
He has a journey to go on where he meets dragons and monsters and a big hairy antagonist named Victor. I don’t like Victor so much as he likes olives and one of his eyes is quite a bit larger than everything else on his face. We’ll talk more about Victor after we have visited Joshua’s house.
When I was a child I would have loved to have lived in a house like Joshua’s house. It has a big garden with flowers in beds and a lawn that you can walk on without shoes on. I like the colour of Joshua’s house too, its pink with a big yellow stripe in the middle of it so it looks like a present. A beautiful present for me, all wrapped up with a bow.
That’s why I stole the keys and went inside..
Here I met Victor for the first time. He was sat at the dining room table with a big bowl of olives, all different colours. Not only do I dislike the taste of olives by the smell too and so I instantly took a strong dislike to the man I had just met. I tend to accept people based on their smell mainly, if it is a good smell I will mostly likely think you are the cheese’s knees. If it is a bad smell, well, some associations just can’t be broken. So, Victor is the dirty, hairy olive man that I don’t like.
I’m going to skip to the good stuff now because I’m boring myself with all this talk of olives and faces and pink.
Joshua met a big ferocious dragon! His teeth were as big as mountains. His eyes were the colour of blood. His scaly skin was thick and as hard as concrete. He had a soft, kind heart full of candy-floss and butterflies though. Mr Big Dragon hid his heart behind the nasty scary stuff so that no ghastly girls could get at it. They might eat poor Mr Big Dragon’s heart. I licked it once. It was tasty.
Joshua used all his magical hero powers to fly up into the air and stab Mr Big Dragon in the nose. Unfortunately, Joshua is quite small compared to Mr Big Dragon so it actually felt like having a nose hair pulled out and one single tear fell from Mr Big Dragon’s eye.
‘That stung a little.’ he said and Joshua laughed.
I hope you have enjoyed my random act of writing. I also hope that it has given you the confidence to write, wherever, whenever, HOWEVER you see fit. Funny, serious, scary, sensual… everything. Nothing is pointless.