oneword.com

As I perused the coupon and savings blogs on my Google reader, I came across an entry that talked about oneword.com. I'm not sure why a coupon blog talked about a writing website; nonetheless, I was intrigued. So I went to oneword.com and checked it out. Basically, each day a single word is posted and you have 60 seconds to write whatever that word inspires in you. So I've tried it a few times this month, and today I finally signed up for the site. I'm not yet sure how much I like it because lately when I finish my 60 seconds, the screen freezes and does not let me fix my typos or edit my mistakes. The screen is not completely frozen because you can still press enter and let the world see what you wrote. However, these entries are for when I was not a member. I shall soon see if this happens as a member.

So far I've made three entries. They are as follows:

On March 10, 2011, the word for the day was "statement." This day I had no problems with the website at all: no freezing screens. I wasn't exactly happy that day though; this is what I said. "Don’t give me that bullshit. You tell me that you don’t have time, but you do have time. You have all the time in the world. What do you do all day? You sit at the computer and play games or talk on Facebook. Do something better. Write! Write! Write! I’m telling you to do this because if you don’t, then you won’t write again. That’s my statement."

On March 18, I thought I'd give the site another try. If I remember correctly, the word of the day was "wanted."

"I know I'm wanted because God loves me."

Today, March 24, the word of the day is "however." I wrote as follows: "Today was supposed to be a good day. However, my days never turn out as planned or as I hoped. Every time I take a few steps forward, it seems that I take one large leap back. Sometimes I stumble and fall when I leap backwards. I then lay dazed and confused, wondering what happened."

I figure this site is a good way to exercise my writing abilities. Even if I don't write a lot during the week or day to day, I can at least write a few sentences inspired by one word each day. You can find my entries here at http://oneword.com/members/tiger1i1y/, though I don't have any yet posted under tiger1i1y. Check back tomorrow and maybe I will.

For those of you interested, even if you don't have much time to write, perhaps you'd enjoy a site like oneword.com that allows you to take just one minute out of your day to write a few words or sentences to get your creative juices flowing. 

5, 7, 5

Beautiful flowers -

If only I could smell you

Without sneezing too.

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Spring will be here soon.

There will be flower parades

and celebrations.

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Don't forget the rain.

It comes before the sunshine.

Rainbows will appear.

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I baked chicken for

you, but it came out burnt and

a little chalky.

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Michael's sweet and hot

chili. Oh how I love to

eat you with crackers.

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Loneliness has bent

my shoulders and furrowed my

brows. Please go away.

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Happiness in five

and fifty days. I can't wait

for you to come home.

Rambling

I need ideas to write stories. One exercise I'm going to try to achieve that is just rambling away. I'm going to write whatever pops in my head, whether or not it makes sense or flows together.

Anger! Anger! Anger! Anger's pumping through my veins now making my blood run hotter. My cheeks turn even redder than normal. I wish I could do things on my own. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! I feel hopeless, devoid of any capabilities. What's that? Nothing. The sound of nothing in my ears. No wind. No rain. No anything. Nothing. Listen up. I'm tired of this. Tired of the world. Tired of your anger. Tired of your lies. If you can't be truthful, then why are you here? I won't take your nonsense. Move back to where you belong because you don't belong with me. I'll keep dreaming because then I can create something, anything. Anything is better than this black void. I'll dream of blue skies and angels singing and children laughing and of my husband holding my hand. I miss him, you know? There's nothing like being held by someone who loves you, who makes you feel content, happy, safe. I build a nest here. Somewhere I can be warm. No images. I need images. I can't think. I felt warm for a second, now blank. Blank face, no expression. Frustration. How long must I endure this void? I'll close my eyes. Though it's dark, I still see a light. And a sword. That must be Inuyasha. I open my eyes again. Nothing. Bah! This sucks. How am I supposed to get anything done?

Hmmm . . . Perhaps another exercise would be better than stream of consciousness.

It doesn't take a rocket scientist to write a story - or does it?

The more I try to force myself to write, the more likely I'll write nothing. I'm trying to write fiction, and here I find myself writing about how I can't think of anything to write. How unfair. I used to write all the time in high school. In college I wrote a lot for assignments. Now I write little to nothing at all. Where have all my ideas gone? They must be floating in outer space, and I need a rocket to reach them. Well, it looks like I need to start building. One piece at a time. I'll reach the stars yet.