Saturday, January 18, 2003

For my writing exercise this morning, I decided to start by using the made-up words in this morning's Musings. That's a great little program for writers, by the way, and you can find it at Grim Software. It worked, it got me going for further writing. Here's one of them:


Remove yourself to a remote Scottish castle for the sake of the handsome man within it. Gradually have unexplained, disturbing and distressing events, conversations, encounters and thoughts build up until you're afraid he's going to 1) kill you, or 2) confess he's really a ghost.

At the height of your fright and anxiety, leave the castle in the middle of a winter windstorm, and travel, alone, the narrow winding footpath to the edge of the 2,000 foot cliff overlooking the lead-grey, storm-tossed sea.

Gaze fearfully into the churning black clouds with your tears freezing on your face.

There, you're mandering.

And in the morning, you can tell your sinister but excruciatingly attractive husband: "Last night I went a-mandering again."


And no, I am *not* ashamed.

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