First Writes

First Writes is what I call my first words on the page in the morning. It’s the piled up stuff in my brain spilled out. Sometimes it is several lines. Other times it’s several pages. I allow it to flow organically, whether it’s recall from last night’s dream or scenes from my daydreams. I get it down. The words fall fresh from my head unencumbered by deadlines or set goals. Nothing is contrived. There are no attempts at clever combinations of jarring adjectives or spellbinding metaphors. If a spell is cast, it comes from the purest and most unintentional of intentions.

I write like a madman directing a symphony. Often the penmanship is less than admirable. Not that mine ever is. That’s perfectly okay because I’m not writing for instruction or academic precision. There will be no edits or critique. This is truly dreamwork and I can do no wrong on the page. Do it without rhyme or reason, save getting it down. First writing is for me, all mine. It’s my thought to written word dump. This writing can even add clarity to obscure dreams, bringing clarity in its wake in my waking world.

I would encourage anyone one who has aspirations of any sort, or not, to journal. Write down your first thoughts in the morning. It’s a type of meditation – a relief that feels to the mind like a good long pee after you’ve held it for an entire coast to coast plane ride after a couple of crabapple juices. Do the write thing . Do it for you. Anything you do for you is an investment in what you have to offer the world. No pressure. No pressure. Absolutely, no pressure.