Take a Word Ramble

Imagine a hummingbird's energy. Did you know 60,000 thoughts pass through our brain a day? Set aside one hour to see where this internal chatter travels. Often wandering ideas and thoughts get in the way of focus. Now let them!

Find a place, preferably a natural setting for your hour's ramble. Write without stopping with a pen that flows across the page. Use colored ink and switch pens for texture. Let words bounce and brush against one another and keep it up (except to massage a hand cramp).

Try a variety of music every few pages. Ask yourself questions. Pave your way with mystery. Experiment and forget about making any sense. Use your senses to push the ideas from your pen.Rhyme words along the way to gain rhythm. Squeeze brain cells for the extraordinary and make up words. Explore and explode into a variety of orbits.

Here's an excerpt from one day's word ramble:

Today the wind has mumbled the clouds, burbled their shouts of blue. Electic sky shaved past noon and it did not nap till a loon moved. Blue can't be taken down or swept around. Parsley doesn't stay because watermelon seeds lose their power and shower everyone with kindness. Who holds the pickle with a trickle down past sounds like taffeta. All the green has sprouted krinkly. Bamboo chimes delight the breeze and even tease a word past bird. For water to reason it must find a season. A leaf in time saves all that's divine. Can an emory board forget all its silly grits of nails on the edge of steady. Eddy smiles but doesn't suppose he could dose. The trillium blooms for moles and spills incongruity before screams invented sherbet. All orange and gaudy but don't call it a whale's tale. Fido's whispers attract seahorse whiskers. Then the faun of courage erases a closet door, not even leaving the crystal knob behind. It reflected too soon for ghloom or the razor's benefit. They're just too on edge for Fun. Just such pure radiance all but shattered. It scattered, mad as if a pattern fell off the blotter and tasted sunlight. An otter chose a time to roll in grime. Saved time, a ridiculous notion in any case to perserve a potion clutched by ocean feet. Waves can't marry seed to sand. Dragons of daylight spewed their fire and never tire even though the friction of fingers could sustain their breaths past 2 pm. Fuschia fumbles such a great color to brag about and would look super as grout. Mind monkey that you host. Let the leaves curl among themselves with sparrow breath as a test.