Welcome to Freewrite Friday! In an effort to promote quick-writes on a variety of topics, we’ll be posting our own work periodically with a prompt. Feel free to try your hand at a freewrite of your own in the comments!
Freewrite Friday prompt: When can the dark be good? When can the light be bad?
So I write. Dark ink spills onto the page, never quickly enough to fill it up. I must cover this paper with the blood of my pen to keep my own from spilling out. Blood and ink, body and bone, empty page and blank mind. There is a connection that I can’t explain or pause to think on because I must write and write. Must get it all out so I can see it in front of me to remind myself when I have forgotten this moment.
Ballpoint, brush tips, clicky pens, felt tips, fine points, fountain pens, rollerballs, none of it matters. It is a vehicle, a way to get the empty lined pages as full and dark as possible. This is a race against a white-garbed Muse who won’t slow her touch to a trickle of inspiration, instead pushing me hard with a gushing font of words. I must get them out now, or– oh.
Like the gas tank of highly un-economical car, going from full of beautiful dark oil and gas to the needle resting on E a moment later. The white bellies of seagulls overhead taunt me- empty, empty, empty. They know I am spent. Dark birds watch from shadowy trees with black eyes and solemn expressions. They know.
Lit & Love,