Sometimes, I don’t like referring to myself as a writer. Writers write. I occasionally get an idea and type something out and then leave it to die somewhere in my documents folder, eventually coming back to it and having nothing to add.
The last few times I’ve been to my monthly Zona Rosa meetings I’ve churned out some decent Exorcises, and actually, my Exorcise from February had some rave reviews, so I’m gonna post it here. I’m also going to try my damnedest to get something on the page every other day at first, and then every day. Even if it’s terrible. Last summer, I discovered this website called The One-Minute Writer, and I’m going to try and make myself do the prompts every day, if not on the blog, then on a blank Word document. It’s so easy for me to forget to be creative when I have an entire house to keep clean and two small businesses to run. Throw in a newborn come August and I’m screwed.
So then, after all that, here’s my February stream-of-consciousness Exorcise: