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30 Days of Boredom-Day Fifteen

30 Days of Boredom-Day Fifteen

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Published by Anthony J Marinelli
Day 15 of 30 Completed

30 Days of Boredom is an experiment to get me writing regularly. I simply must write something for a few minutes every day, but it should not be connected to existing projects, though the Boredom days may connect to each other (or not). It's an unguided writing meditation to facilitate making writing a habitual addiction, or perhaps one could call it creative cardio; the form is not important as long as it makes the creative heart stronger and more efficient.
Day 15 of 30 Completed

30 Days of Boredom is an experiment to get me writing regularly. I simply must write something for a few minutes every day, but it should not be connected to existing projects, though the Boredom days may connect to each other (or not). It's an unguided writing meditation to facilitate making writing a habitual addiction, or perhaps one could call it creative cardio; the form is not important as long as it makes the creative heart stronger and more efficient.

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Published by: Anthony J Marinelli on Jan 21, 2010
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30 Days of Boredom-Day FifteenAn Experiment in Writing FictionBy AJ MarsPink net tights and ultraviolet lights, anotherFriday night. If only I really didn’t care, then thislook of cynicism would be killer kewl and hellasexy, but it falls flat off my face and onto theslightly greasy dance floor, somewhere betweencigarette ash and black eyeshadow. With a touchof angst I decide that being that guy, that smilingidiot who will never be part of The Real Scene butstomps his feet next to the best of em, (he’s notdancing with them, but he’s right next door) is notreally all that bad at the end of the night, so mightas well embrace reality in the beginning of thisone.Why do we dance? As I start moving my legs ina cross between a jig and a stomping run-in-place Iwonder what thoughts and worries hide behind theevening faces around me. We are all citizens of the Temporary Country of Escape, and now wegather in the State of Nighttime Glamour. We theDeniers hold Untruth to be Self-Serving, that allCreatures are created Insecure. . .“Man, you’ve got rhythm for a white guy,” asmall pale girl in a black corset said to me.“Excuse me?” I slowed my stomping run to asmooth tai chi jog. I felt her cup her hand aroundmy ear and her hair fall against my shoulder as I

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