20 minutes with a pen is a new thing I’m doing to keep activating the part of my brain that actually does the inventing, as opposed to the editing or the grunt work.
I set a timer for twenty minutes, sit down with my journal, and try to think of a new idea, or a new fold in an existing idea. Sometimes I just need to write what I see to get it going. I’m not using prompts. The point is to pull something out of the ether. Mixed results will ensue, I’m sure!
Time passes quickly I pass slowly. Hours disappear, gnats whirl in the sun. I pour coffee I drink the whole cup. I haven't looked at anything but a gnarl in the wood. small boxes, no ticks lines unreplied to but the worst of these is soup spatter, fur collecting in loose fists, an overheaped trash can grease film in the sink dog unwalked, grass too grown clothes-full hamper old devils, slinking back, surging forward despite all attempts cut them at the head, they grow ten more they say you aren't human, it's even worse than that and some husbands, when they cook they think it's a gift