MB Exercise: THE WILL TO WRITE BADLY

(The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters)
Francisco Goyapublished 1799

When I want to write

something deep, meaningful and profound

I turn up the music until I can’t hear myself  think

and if that doesn’t work I promise myself a trip to McDonalds 

or The Fainting Goat and after my bribes have been received and consumed

the words dance from my  brain to my fingertips to the keyboard 

to my blog.

No. Come on. None of that is true.

Except for the music part, but I do that all the time anyway.

When I want to write

and the words just stay jammed up in my head

and they refuse to budge a single inch

I punish my brain by threatening to cut off my head

and my brain knows I mean it because I keep a machete under my bed

and before I know it

the words flow from my head, to my fingers to my keyboard to my blog.

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