It's Friday, which has actual meaning this week as I've undertaken a voluntary and moderately stressful work project that I can't wait to put aside for the weekend.
This morning's prompt is interesting because I was thinking about this very thing before I opened my email.
Prompt: The rules of Automatic Writing are as simple as they come: Just let the words pour from your pen, without restraint, without a goal, without self-editing (oh, how we self-edit!). Abandon any concern for punctuation, logic, structure. Just set a timer—we suggest ten minutes—and let it fly.
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Keeping it short and salty, never sweet, today. Have actual business to attend to and honestly, ain't nobody got time or desire to read my verbal diarrhea. Not editing is a tough one, I write because things come out wrong when I speak. I honed my communication skills on Instant Messenger, writing and rewriting the perfect witty reply. Remember texting in T9 word? It took 20 minutes to spell out 'on my way' like why did we think that was an improvement over a phone call? I could have trained a carrier pigeon to deliver a scroll in the time it took to compose a text.
I have to go to the grocery store today, and our local Kroger is called the Murder Krog' because of an actual murder in the parking lot several years back, but the lack of evident sanitation and social distancing protocol is earning that name right back. The Aldi across the street is all orderly German precision, one direction aisles, a cart distribution procedure, so clean. The Krog' is just pure American wild west giving no fucks about anyone else's safety. Giddy up!
Gotta gallop that steed away from Kroger and trot over to Aldi
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