March 13, 2019

"Set a timer for 5 minutes and just write. Don't worry about it making sense or being perfect."

_______________________________________

11:29

What exactly do I write? I am on the clock, for five minutes I just have to write, with no idea of what or a criteria of it being perfect. That frightens me, what if I do not make any sense, but then that is how I write the first draft of my stories, bits and pieces of the tale, points about my characters, bare sketches of the their descriptions, interrupted by long periods of research; names, places and other quirky things.

I keep them as notes  or discarded scenes and then once I start to write a proper draft, I move them to the respective chapters. But here, I just have to type, keep typing, without the need to make sense or the necessity to be perfect. That should be easy, though I keep an eye on the wavy red line, which appears below each misspelled word, so that I correct it. Sometimes, however, it is because, google has never heard that word so despite the wavy read line, I go on.

It is liberating, to just being able to type, not bothering as to what exactly I am saying, sort of rambling, where you give free rein to your thoughts. I have an eye on the laptop time icon and I am almost utilised my time, just a few seconds more and I would have to stop, irrespective of where I have reached or whether the sentence is even complete, I am 

_____________________________

Word count - 243