Less building a perfectly sturdy house with all the bells and whistles and more finding shelter before a storm hits.
Sharing a freestyle (free write) from a few days ago. Thought it’s time to start sharing what I love to write without worrying about revision.
Biggie rhyming hippopotamus with preposterous did me in. That was it. I was like, Okay, maybe there is more to sonics than just sonnets and nursery rhymes. Exceptional things happen here.
With time I eased into it. I would spit a couple lines (all spit, no lines) at a time. Okay a few words here and there, then lines came. I’d follow along to what my friends were saying and how they were doing it, listening to the moments of flow and for their solutions to stumbling through. I laughed a lot. I thought a lot. I listened.
I wanted to add the missing auditory piece that would connect constellations of visual elements on the page with the linguistic meat and potatoes.