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Writing my way through ...










If twitter can use 140 characters, I certainly can get my thoughts down in an 8.5 x 11 space.

Here's my challenge to you: within the confines of a sheet of paper (8.5 x 11) write down your thoughts. It's that simple. Leave your keyboard for a moment, pick up the closest pen or pencil and actually write down all that swirling confusion/joy/pain/excitement. Nothing perfect is expected. Crossed out words are welcome. It's all about the flow from your brain through your fingers in all it's curves and quotes ... you'll feel better. I know I do.

Listen here to the NPR broadcast called Doodle Your Way Out of Writer's Block. (FYI: They get into handwriting more than doodling around 13 minutes in.)

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Maureen said…
Hi Jacqui!
I think better with pen and paper, too! Typing doesn't feel the same. I go through journaling feast and famine. Right now is a famine, but I feel inspired to begin again. Thanks! Love ya~ Happy Thanksgiving!
8:08 PM, November 23, 2010
Anonymous said…
I agree 100% I may never look at what I have written again but it certainly helps me process information.Being an emotional person I can usually get enough perspective this way to have a rational conversation and arrive at some measure of closure.As a Wife ,Mother ,Sister ,Daughter ,Friend etc... the number of things I need to do seems endless and often overwhelming.You are not alone.Sending loving thoughts and wishes for a wonderful Turkey Day !
8:14 PM, November 23, 2010
Paige said…
Ha! The blank paper & a good, well-loved pen? Makes me nuts. NO JOKE. Give me a blank screen any day! ;) Still, I'll try it sometime & see if I've "grown." ;)

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10:12 PM, November 27, 2010
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