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.
Wax-Winged Tongue: A Hip Hop Icarus
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.