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I was introduced to Freewriting during workshops I attended and found it to be a valuable tool in opening up to write.
Usually I have a vague topic in mind  which I write on top of the page and then I start writing, nothing planned, nothing organized, just allowing the words to flow.
Quite often I find I drift away from my chosen topic and that is fine as well as it shows me there is another story lingering in my subconscious mind wanting to come out and be written
  1. Freewriting is an exercise to help to get your muse flowing. 
  2. Write - do NOT stop until your timer goes off. Do NOT lift your pen from the paper, even if this means writing, "I don't know what to write," over and over again. Write nonsense, write anything, but don't stop writing.
  3. Look back over what you've written and see if anything sparks your interest. If so, use it as a point of departure for another work, or for tomorrow's freewriting exercise.  The goal to this exercise is to fill the page with words, to free your mind and invite your muse. 
Another description by Mark Levy:  Freewriting is deceptively simple: Start writing as fast as you can, for as long as you can, about a subject you care deeply about, while ignoring the standard rules of grammar and spelling. Your internal editor won’t be able to keep up with your output, and will be temporarily shunted into the background. You’ll now be able to think more honestly and resourcefully than before, and will generate breakthrough ideas and solutions that you couldn’t have created any other way.(From Accidental Genius by Mark Levy)

Comments

This sounds a lot like what Tom Bird does in his "Release the Artist Within" workshops. I went to one, and it is definitely an approach that can work - I was amazed.
Angelique said…
Thank you Melissa for your comment. It definitely helped me to relax and just enjoy the process of writing, being the kind of person that has a tendency to complicate things...;)

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