An exercise we’ve been practicing at the conference.
Sit down for ten minutes. Write. Don’t let your hand stop. If you can’t think of anything to write, write about that. Do this every day, if you possibly can.
In my first freewriting session, I wrote about what buildings would be like to live in if they had no roofs; moved on to stars, exoplanets and alien life, and finished by ranting about what would have happened if the dinosaurs had made it through to sentience.
In my second freewriting session, we added a constraint: every line had to start with “now”. I wrote two pages of rhyming shite that I am very glad I will never have to write again.
In my third freewriting session, I wrote a 588-word flash fiction story called “Yesterday’s Tree”; an idea which I had in my head for a while but have been agonizing over.
Just about to start the first voluntary session of my freewriting career. Wish me luck.