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One April, Twenty Twenty-One
We are going to the movies!
I bought tickets for us to go to the movies next Tuesday. Not at this place, Lincoln Square shows blockbusters and major Hollywood products. And, yes, we’re cinema snobs.
This is the start of a slap-dash daily writing exercise for the month of April. Ev has made it clear that he’s not going to be one of those chumps who actually hires committed professionals and then pays them a decent salary with benefits. He’s no dummy. He’s got all us eager beavers ready to fill his site with…crap. I’ve put in 16 months of serious work here and have reaped some sweet harvest in terms of great connections with other eager beavers. I’ve also picked up a bit of lunch money. Thanks, Ev.
Time to write crap! And continue having fun.
What am I going to write every day? I don’t have a clue. I’ll probably at least make a beginning on some lame-ass short stories. Writing crap means I don’t have to finish anything if I don’t feel like it. Starting with a photo is always promising. Oh, and I’ll be self-publishing. It would be rude to dump all this into a publication.
My last daily writing project involved inventing a fictional obituary each day in January 2020, just as our friend the virus was ramping up in Asia. Not great timing but it was a fantastic way to exercise my…
