My Writing Exercise
My acquaintance Alan (@legendofalan) at Substack posted a writing exercise.
Bleeding feet Burning eyes Broken shackles
Consider the exercise if you want. Here is what I wrote.
The pencil sits on the table. Yearning to be used. So is the piece of paper next to it. Your thoughts want to burst out but is restrained by not others, but your own worries, blocks, and the automatic response of self-censoring.
But you pick up the pencil anyways. You move your hand closer to the paper. Broken shackles the second the two writing tools touch. That first line scratching, then another, and another. Finally, those lines form a coherent message.
You’re finally free.