Just read parts of Raymond Quenau's "Exercices de Style". And felt inspired and amused... So here goes. And this might go on for the next few days. Story. When I woke up, the dogs were barking. There was a lot of noise outside. It was still dark though,...

OK so. First morning. Morning over No writing yet Oh yes I need to sort things out first Tidy up Make sure my mind is ready And there are no obstacles Yet the preparation is unneeded It IS the obstacle I just need to dive in DIVE IN Go Go in Go in deeper...

Big decision today Good decision Feeling warm thinking of it Scary too How will I do Friends Love Support Writing Three months Writing Just writing But what about money Shush Just writing Then we'll see Je le savais. Ca fait des mois, non, des années...

Life is an online radio station Only we forget That we should only ask for more Of what we love Not what scares us Or makes us sad Or anxious, or worried or mad Life is an online radio station But we forget To listen Either it's blaring too loud to hear...

Dammit, she thought. I am back there again. Half depressed, half angry, with a hint of irritation and a generous serving of sadness. She took her plate, and brought it to the sink. She compulsively started to do the dishes. She hated when any dishes were...

Quick What can I write Quickly What can I do Quickly Does it even make sense To do anything If it has to be quick? Should I not just give up? I can't I promised I didn't promise it would be good I promised I'd do it Vite vite Il me presse Au suivant Comme...

Today's exercice is to turn out internal critical voice into a character. So I decided to try two characterizations, one in each language. Here goes. She is tall, very thin. Skinny even. She doesn't bend easily, flexibility is not one of her strength....

The slow rocking of the train is bringing my thoughts to a sweet place where they start to drift away. Into dreams, into nothingness. I like the train. I like being on my own on the train, from one place to another. Nothing to do but enjoy being transported...

I write badly. I write, but badly. Badly I write. Boldly I write. I can't help but write. Badly. Well. I do. I don't write. Sometimes. I do write. Sometimes. I want to write. I do. I don't. Write. Irwte. Riwte. Riwet. Riewt. Same word. Concepts escape....

Je regarde à droite, je regarde à gauche. Je me tourne, et regarde derrière moi. Ou est-ce devant? Je ne sais plus d'où je viens, je ne sais pas où je vais. Le paysage est le même de quelque côté que je me tourne. Si seulement le vent était moins froid,...