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Challenge of the Week
Alright, you brilliant beasts. To kick off the first $25 Weekly Challenge, we're keeping it easy and exact. Suuuure..... Most of us have been in this spot, asked the question, so we'll frame a setting. Here goes. You're on a first date with a person you met online. There's attraction there, but you're still trying to figure out if the chemistry is physical AND mental. The person across the table asks you what kind of writing you do, and when you give them a genre, they say, in one way or another, "Describe your writing to me." This week's challenge is to answer that question here. The winner will be decided by likes on this one.
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Blither Blathering Nonsense

Hmm. My writing is... How to say. Drivel spewing forth from the pool of madness I tend to keep locked away in the non-functioning thing others often refer to as a brain?

Yeah...that's it.

I don't write so much with careful planning, but intent and feeling. And the only way I'm ever going to be able to put words on a page is if I just do it. Mostly my thoughts guide me, but that can be dangerous given the environment I let them live in. Thoughts tend to deconstruct and reconstruct randomly and so does my writing.

Put it like this, stream of consciousness from the worlds most unreliable narrator (ie. me). All the feathery detail that springs to mind with a poetic nature not even the Gods can curb. Is it fanciful and revealing or long and tedious, just far enough off the tracks to collide with the train coming the other way. I don't know...please don't tell me...please.

There's the little triple dot things...like literally everywhere, 'cause commas are to boring for the kinda pauses my mind takes...capiche? Mmmhmmm, no you don't, lying's not a good look on you. It's like the most sincere saint on the planet had a love child with a cyclops and now your face is constantly looking like your trying not to be blinded by the sun, you know, with that whole weird face scrunch thing because you perpetually forget to close both eyes when you blink. I mean dear old dad only has one right? and you blink a lot.

There. That right there is a perfect description of my writing. Peddling fast with nowhere to go. I don't like running okay?

I got my point across (did I really though? did I?) using all the words I could think of at my disposal to make that mumble jumbled mess of a description. How much simpler would it be if I said 'Your face looks funny when you lie'? Hmm, how much? I wouldn't know. Please don't tell me, it would mess with the very core of my off kilter world.

Did that answer your question? What about you? Wait. No, where are you going? Bathroom...right? Must gotta pee or something. Yeah that tracks. Hey, wrong way, restrooms are over there. That door goes outside. Damn. Did it again. Will I ever learn...no, probably not.

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