FREE WRITING VIA TYPING

I takes a little longer to free write on a keyboard. Unless you're a typing whiz like our kids. I'm not, so mine won't quite be as spontaneous. But yesterday I wrote of an assignment I gave/ I challenged readers to write, Like several of my assignments given, I, too took part. So here's my two minutes of stream-of-conscious.

Fridays don't mean as much when you're retired, Mondays are lots better though. Friday Night Lights. I taped a Cardinals Spring Training game today. So my tv time will be filled. Full, yep. Very rarely do I feel a hunger pang. That's my doctor's name. Herman Pang.

I'm swelled on my right leg. Sausage leg, ready to pop. I did squirt blood at a tech today when she had me stand up. Bright red, the flow of life. jutted out. Staples. That's what I got. Three of them. I stapled my finger once when I was sitting on my teacher's desk playing with a stapler as I talked.

I had a crazy grad teacher that was married to a Chinese woman who told him that you dissed a Chinese person when you sat on a desk. Some kind of relative disrespect. I didn't buy it, but I didn't do it in his class; I needed the grade. I wonder how much longer I have to compose.

Why is it compost? We used to have a clubhouse in a compost bin at Vaught's house. It was lined with newspapers,

That's it. Mine sounds a little too organized. A little non-descriptive. A little too narrative.

So what would I circle? What would I develop? Maybe the old clubhouse situated next to an alley by a crab apple tree.

So give it a try. Remember it's free.