If you have a blog of your own, you’ve probably received a lot of spam comments. Some might be funny, some cleverly disguised as real comments, and some are downright bizarre.
The last few days, I’ve received comments with such gems as:
Do you desire to settle down the spanking
Achat wiped stale viagra without their sky.
Ammar was all gabrielle.
Me dislodged each step where loosely me flared lying yet, but a conspiracy was of best happy hands the invitation
I pulled these from two comments that were basically a big block of randomly thrown together words sprinkled with the word “viagra.” People do strange things.
But, those comments reminded me of a good writing exercise. The idea is to write using no punctuation. Though the original exercise was probably left at that, I combine it with another exercise where I write fast without stopping to correct typos or to think about what to write next. As you might imagine, this becomes a sort of stream-of-consciousness freewrite.
What I have found is that it’s amazingly difficult to avoid adding punctuation because it’s so automatic. I have to just keep going and try to avoid adding those pesky commas and periods.
I also find it is very freeing and even fun. I like using it as a warm-up sometimes to loosen up the handful of brain cells I still have at my advanced age. Here’s a goofy snippet of some of the insanity writing that came from one such session:
And so we begin writing no end in sight. Alas and alack he wonders what to do with all that colored space. A trip though just to watch the words unfold. Let it remain to be so and what the red beaver said. After all the random thoughts will arise whether or not the green torso flies in the face all that bass and it’s powerful music an odd sort of nothing
Twenty winds took the trees to shaking like great orange alementari dwiskelbutt. I don’t know so don’t ask I’m jumpstarting things if you can’t bubble it up to the surface
Then again, the tiny one in the doorway smelled funny from the very beginning. The zombie grasshoppers are delicious this time of year they are fresh off the plague and have eaten well of the poor villager’s grain.
But with some there are lesions after the fact and it is as if the smell permeates the air and the blood for that’s where the stockings came to where my eye stopped at least and to dwell on that place that just right spot that lingers there in the space between the thigh and the but I digress ahem forgive me for my limited concentration
Maybe I should write spam comments.
Do you have any good writing exercises you like?
