A WILD WEDNESDAY

99440ac3-d93e-450b-a356-69420d72c9e5When you see or read “Wild Wednesday” all sorts of images race through your head. When you look at the kittens on this page, wild may give you a different thought.

To some, wild might mean getting groceries on Thursday rather than Wednesday. Anytime the norm is not followed this can create havoc for a lot of people. Wild can be something new you’ve never tried. If it is your writing, maybe you decided to try a different genre, or a make your characters a younger age, one you may have forgotten.

Wild might mean getting a new hair style for the females or growing a mustache for the men. Remember the “wild hair” terminology? People got this title when they acted in an unusual manner and had fun. Writing this brought back some neat memories. One came to me full force. This was when bookstores had areas to study, write, drink your coffee, eat a bagel or whatever. I walked into the lounging area and sat at a table close to a small, silver-haired lady. She had a big book held at an angle and snickered at times and then blushed. I had to interrupt, “Excuse me, it looks like you have found a great book. Would you share the title with me?” I got the look like, how dare you, but she smiled and motioned for me to come closer. Inside her big book was a small book of erotica writings. “My generation would disown me if they saw what I was reading. They may be old, but I’m not.” She stood up and proceeded to do a tap dance, rather part of a tap dance before the manager approached. “Dancing is now allowed here, ma’am.” Without hesitation, she relied. “Sir, this is not a dance, this relieves the cramps in my legs,” and sat back down. “You gotta be fast on your feet these days to outwit the older ones.”

Then today, Wednesday, I stopped to feed my car its expensive liquid diet. I noticed an elderly man going up to the customers at the pumps. He nodded to the women and shook hands with the men. I heard the click and removed the nozzle from my car as he approached. I was startled and apprehensive, but he smiled and handed me a crisp, new one dollar bill. “A free cup of coffee for you,” nodded and walked to the next stranger. I climbed back in my car and sat staring at the dollar. My Wild Wednesday began. I needed to find someone and ‘pay this forward.’ I did this afternoon and what a great wild feeling this gave me. “A free cup of coffee for you.”

Wild can be an action out of the norm. Try this on some of your characters and wait for their responses. You might be surprised.

Do your Wild Thing today and happy writing along the way.

 

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WILD WEDNESDAY

unicorn danceWhere is your muse right now, this very second? Can you feel a slight pressure on your shoulder? Is that static in your ear or the Muse’s whispers? Is your Muse female, male or whatever it wants to be?

On this Wild Wednesday……………..FIND OUT.

This is your play day with your Muse. Do not rebuke the opportunity. In fact, turn yourself over to the Muse. The word ‘no’ is not in your vocabulary, but you are allowed to go WILD.

All of a sudden your computer shuts down. “This is not funny,” you holler. A flutter of paper grabs your attention as a pen rolls on top.You hear familiar words, “It’s Play Time,” and you nod your head.

You are writing fast, forgetting commas, periods, and the exclamation point cannot be made. You want to stop, but this is impossible. Your pen crosses the paper from top to bottom. Your hand will not move from the paper, instead begins again at the top of the right hand corner and slants sideways. Did you hear a giggle? Muses love fun, games and excitement.

Your writing becomes big, fierce letters like soldiers marching across the paper. Letters travel upward, downward, roll onto small hills, then big mountains, which need to be climbed.

The writing slows and you can see a meadow full of small, yellow flowers. You hear your Muse humming. Your heart beats quicken as you remember the song, “It’s Got to be You.”

Your Muse leaves, but your pen keeps writing your own love story. You cannot stop until this is finished. But which story? The real one or the one you to reveal, or like your Muse, have fun and write the one you want.

Okay, you caught me. This is Thursday and I’m talking about Wild Wednesday? Wild was only the beginning. My computer decided to let me hang out for a while. So, I took the laptop to the doctor. They needed time to do a thorough check-up. I’ll be back in business for a FREE FRIDAY.

Take time and let your fingers roll free over the keyboard, or pick up a pen and feel the connection between your fingers, hands, paper, and heart.

Play with your Muse. Happy Writing.