Free write

I might have explained this earlier, but a Freewrite is writing free, letting your left brain hemisphere go off into lala land and you write what comes to your mind. Ideally you right at the speed of thought and try to stay grounded in the concrete. So don't write things like, "She looked dvine" but rather, "her hair was the color of organic honey" utilizing those 5 senses. Because things like divine, and hope, and peace and beauty and whatever else are abstractions--or place holders of a weak nature until the actual words can be found.

To steal a quote from the great Erin Fletcher: I describe the color of grass and you describe the color of grass and they are different and then there is the actual color of grass.

So strive for the actual, in so doing other people can't help but see/smell/feel/hear/taste what you are writing about. Also it can sometimes trigger memories--follow those wherever they go, stay in the concrete as much a spossible.

This allows me to write anywhere anytime about anything. as an example here is a freewrite I wrote in class about a strawberry (i have done this like 4 times now):

little seeds on the outside-little yellowish green teardrops in no particular order except the point of each seed grows generally towards the bottom where the seeds are--the skin--a red color--not one color but a variance of dark red like curdled blood to a pinkish at top to a white until greenery of a different texture grows--as i lift the fuzzy green leaves i see small yellow feelers like on a catepillar--the light red flesh of this fruit grows tiny transparent hairs--the skin has smooth tight places and wrinkeled loose places--this one has suffered some trauma--like a cancer--that has been removed to save the whole--this leaves an inner layer or scar tissue--also at the bottom is a sunken depression like a belly button--deep down in there is a seed--its as though the seeds only go so far--connected to the center--and as the skin/flesh grows outward the seeds hold it back and create slight depressions--where there is much pressure the skin is tight--where it is loose--it hasn't grown far enough to have the seeds pull it back--or limit it rather--the bottom of this berry has recently been damaged and bleeds its juices onto my fingers--it reminds me of mom and me putting a humming bird feeder up filled with that red liquid and some of it spilled on my hand and stained it a sticky red that crawls between the swirls of my fingerprint and collects in the deepest little cracks--because it is bleeding i can smell the insides of it--a pleasant smell--one part sharp two parts sweet and one part that demands i eat it--what a successful plant--so delicious that surely animals will eat it and scatter the seeds all over for more strawberries to grow--as i bite it i feel the sharp sweet flavor leap through my taste centers replaced by a tang--as i munch i feel the seeds breaking between my teeth like crustal shoeboxes or tiny crackers--because i feel the smaller pieces still--the flesh sticks to my teeth--as i look to the center of the now partially eaten berry i see wet goey flesh around the outside like twisted canyon walls--the center is rough and full of bubbles and the bubbles are arranged in strings and the center is hollow--is the bubbles seeds that couldn't make it to the outside--