I fictionally imagine myself as a serious writer. When I sit down to write I perch a colorful parrot on my shoulder and wear a plumed pirate hat for creative ambience. I even cajole a temp secretary to take dictation naked while I’m in the shower. All my best ideas come under a hot, pulsating shower. She sits nude and dry, outside the shower and scribes in shorthand my spontaneous concepts and shampoo epiphanies. It’s easier for me to recite to a secretary au natural when I’m all lathered up than it is for me to sit for hours in a leather chair, staring at my computer keyboard waiting for my literary muse to finish drying her hair.

My creative writing process is like watching a silent movie without buttered popcorn or milk duds and woefully stab at composing lines and dialogue for the two-reeler’s title cards. A boring, mind numbing, mental stop-action pantomime if not for my eccentric herky-jerky analogies, similes and metaphors. It’s mental evisceration with a kabob stick. Thinking of the naked secretary helps sooth my concept carnage only marginally.

I haven’t always pursued writing, I used to create visual art, sketches, paintings, sculptures. Most of my artistic escapades are now in the sifted remains of corporate take overs, foreclosures and the refuse bins behind hotels. I’ve been to the creative mountain top... you just can’t find any forensic evidence to corroborate it. I also dedicated 30 creative years to the music business, doing all the hard work associated with mastering a difficult instrument while practicing the music industry’s requisite, predatory self-promotional mannerisms. My reward and Gilead balm for all the sling-and-arrow wounds suffered was the dim delusion of fame and glory about the penniless legend in my own mind. Ah, when giants walked the earth.

The practice and discipline of writing on the other hand, means something. Writing, a craft whose chiseled-out prose gives birth to revered words then printed for posterity and intelligently designed to elevate both society and culture to a higher plane.

So now, in the fall of my life, I’m exercising the last vestiges of my impulsive creative urges through writing. And I’ve recently discovered something important about my last tango with word-smithing: there’s no such thing as mediocre writing. It’s not a game of horseshoes, grenades and nuclear reactors where close counts. No indeed, there’s only good writing and anything else is just plain CRAP.

But I said to this guy, over an early breakfast of pancakes, I wasn’t born with a silver spoon in my mouth, nay but a shovel in my calloused hands. One must clean many stables before they sing Herculean praise of your labors.…

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I have days where im just really in the mood to just sit down and write. i often am very busy so when i just have the urge to write i let it take over and will spend all day with a pen in my hand or my computer in my lap. i usally just let my mind take over and write whatever comes to my mind down on the page or i look for a challenge to enter that gives me a topic. i tend to have music blasting in my ears with me singing to myself while i write. the days full of writing are my favorite days and the days i look forward too. if no one told me it was time to eat i would sit there all day and never leave my chair.

I have discovered this site recently. I am not a writer and English is not my first language. But my ex once asked me to try to make a story for him (we imagined it together). He said that even I didn’t do that before maybe I would like this experience. Plus he said that he doesn’t want something perfect; anything I write may help him. So when I started doing that, I got curious after a while and looked up the sites of writing to find Prose. When I found it, I got interested in the concept. Then I saw the challenges and many of them are good, fun, creative and more, so I participated in some and I loved that. I didn’t know that I like writing this much. So I am glad that I discovered this side in me. I know that I am a beginner but I enjoy writing from time to time for fun and I would continue doing this. I hope that I will get more into it maybe. For how I write, I just start and let ideas come. I don’t like making myself in a formal atmosphere or thinking a lot about if my way in writing is decent and appropriate or not. I just write and see what I would get.

Still, indeed I am here to read and enjoy other people’s creativity too. It is so nice, plus I can learn and get inspired by them.

Haha for the question about food, when I get hungry I go to eat but I only wrote one long story. All my writings are short ones, so I don’t know if I will continue like this if I write long stories and get into them. Sill last time I enjoyed writing a poem while eating some salty nuts and salty sunflower seeds.

Here’s a story of how the King of Hartly

Came to be.

All in all it’s just a mystery!

Hartly is nothing but a small town,

I am just a King without a crown,

The last six years, where it all went down!

Self proclaimed King of Hartly,

Population one hundred and fifty,

The title I claim, It’s easy to see,

How I became the King of Hartly!

It’s just a persona,

I conceived one day,

One where I believe,

I’m better this way!

It comes and goes,

With my joys and my woes,

But when I’m King of Hartly,

This title I claim, it’s easy to see,

I’m an unstoppable force,

One where I hold the torch!

The town is my kingdom,

My house holds my thrown,

It’s probably a symptom,

Let it remain unknown!

It’s not real life,

It’s not for fame,

It’s just my persona,

In this life that’s a game!

Yes I’m the King of Hartly,

I have my ups and downs,

But when I’m the King,

I run this town,

Always Remember one thing,

I’m just a King without a crown!