"Write something. Anything. Say it out, whatever occurs to you. Say it until it starts to provide; and it always will. You must learn to trust that. Write one line, not necessarily Hemingway’s ‘one true sentence.’ Just say a sentence, any sentence, and that alone predicates another one. “God help me, I hate Brother Nicholas,” begins a wonderful story of John Gardner’s. That sentence cannot exist in a vacuum; it predicates the next sentence, as does that next one for the next. And so, on to whatever the sentences will lead to. That gets a draft written, that you then look at and study and work with, and about which you become a little smarter, each time through. You can trust this like the sun coming up. So let go of worrying about the whole thing, and just set it, however minutely, into motion. Give it room to become itself, separate from you, though of you in the same way your voice and the color of your eyes are of you."
What do I have to say to make you understand?
In one sentence is the spark of a story. Ignite.
Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a memory about this sentence. Write something about this sentence.
Be sure to tag writeworld in your block!
Seventh Grade Softcore
Seventh grader Melissa Bell read this piece of fan fiction at her middle school talent show. It seems the teachers in charge didn’t have time to read the text beforehand (or learn her actual name). The results are pretty awesome, especially around the 2:15 mark. We need less America’s Got Talent and more talent shows like this.