Monkey on my leg, I tried to stand brave and tall...

Good Advice.

Ten Minutes! Go!

Here are the essential rules that are often formulated for the beginners or students, often a paraphrase of Natalie Goldberg’s “Rules for Free Writing.”

* Give yourself a time limit. Write for one or ten or twenty minutes, and then stop.
* Keep your hand moving until the time is up. Do not pause to stare into space or to read what you’ve written. Write quickly but not in a hurry.
* Pay no attention to grammar, spelling, punctuation, neatness, or style. Nobody else needs to read what you produce here. The correctness and quality of what you write do not matter; the act of writing does.
* If you get off the topic or run out of ideas, keep writing anyway. If necessary, write nonsense or whatever comes into your head, or simply scribble: anything to keep the hand moving.
* If you feel bored or uncomfortable as you’re writing, ask yourself what’s bothering you—and write about that. Sometimes your creative energy is like water in a kinked hose, and before thoughts can flow on the topic at hand, you have to straighten the hose by attending to whatever is preoccupying you.
* When the time is up, look over what you’ve written, and mark passages that contain ideas or phrases that might be worth keeping or elaborating on in a subsequent free-writing session.
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July 13, 2008

Monkey on my leg, I tried to stand brave and tall as the swarm enveloped me. It was hard. I didn’t want to be left behind, but traveling via the swarm was so weird and uncomfortable.
A countless number of pearly beetles swing around me, enveloping me as they traveled in a cyclonic fashion. I closed my eyes to try to keep from freaking out about it, but as soon as the bugs tiny metallic feet and wings started tickling my bare skin, I opened them. Yes. It was defiantly better to keep your eyes open and get visual reassurance that this creeping crawling swarm was the nano-tech I knew they to be, and not some imaginary squirming flock of real insects.
As soon as my entire body was covered— face too— the swam coalesced. I could feel the airy spaces on the bugs disappear and meld together. At that point, I was encased in a shell of swarming writhing beetles and was nearly panicked when the drugs kicked in. Mmmm. drugs.
I was unaware now, as the swarm lifted my and the monkey’s body off the soil, tugging me up intot he sky and away from the ground by my shoulders and waist. After they’d reached a significant altutude— I was too high to really see or estiamte how high — they took off like a shot, pulling my bug-encased body through the atmosphere, rocketing me to my desitnation. Warp bugs. How I hated traveling by the warp bugs.