Who are you, little storm cloud, to tell me how to be?
I sleep, and eat the way I should,
I stay away from sharp places and strange objects.
And all you can do is rain,
Making puddles of tears, for skirting on tiptoe, for stomping, splashing, stopping.
Go away, little storm cloud.
– Old, New or True
It’s been a slow week. At least, it has in my head. Sluggish thoughts follow vague impressions and concentration is out the window, literally, I think it’s somewhere in the middle distance, but it’s hard to be sure. It may not be a great time for completing novels or being patient with Balzac’s hysterical heroines, but it’s the perfect time for some improvising.
This week is about getting on your soap box and telling us about something that is just ticking you off. Take 15 minutes, find a quiet place and just let loose on the page and see what happens. A composition, a poem, a letter….I am loving the different kinds of posts that have come out of this little exercise so far.
Maybe it will be cathartic. Perhaps nothing is as bad when you’ve had time to write it down. Maybe you’ll find some direction for the thoughts you can’t quite place.
If you’d like to share, I’d love to read. Post in the comments or on your blog and link back – whichever you prefer.
You can read more about the 15 Minute Scribble Challenges here.