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The Write-Brain Workbook - Day 64 Write, and whenever you get to a word, use it!! Start with:

The hypnotist promised he could help me lose weight. I was skeptical, of course, but after my mind went into circles on yay or nay, I finally gave in. I've tried everything else under the sun. Why stop now? The drive to his office was long, the walk up the stairs was even longer. I waited in the lobby for awhile. Just as I was getting comfy in the huge love seat, the doctor came to get me. I sat down in his office and tried getting comfortable. It didn't work. He sat me in a tiny chair. I was losing confidence in this whole thing more by the second. Just then, he pulled out something that sparkled. I realized it was a long chain with a big silver ball on the end. It was then I got ice cold. This was a mistake. I was just about to tell him so when he started his spiel. I was a goner. Who knew I'd be so easy. I was so far gone, that if anyone were to scream fire, I probably wouldn't have cared. I can't remember what happened, but when the alarm sounded for the session to be over, it seemed only a second or two had passed. I left quite confused, but then went home and ate a spiral-sliced ham all by myself. Son of a bitch.

First, let me say, I'm not in love with most of my writings. I'm beginning to think I need to try to do it at a different time of day. Waiting until bed time just makes it hard and I've actually fallen asleep in the middle of writing. I say all this because I really don't like this one and it's not really finished. But, here it is, nonetheless.

The Write-Brain Workbook - Day 55 Finish the story. Start with:

Like a butterfly, she magically came out of her cocoon full of life, joy and vibrant new color. While in her cocoon, she always wondered if it could ever be better. The slow humdrum of daily life took its toll. Each day her dreams seemed further and further away, until they were so out of reach, she almost forgot they ever were. Then she remembered. She can't remember what sparked her memory. Only that it was sudden. All the dreams she ever had came flooding back. This time she grabbed hold of them all and refused to let them go. It seemed almost overnight that she changed. First, it was the lightness in her step. Then it was a change in her wardrobe. That also included the color. Color in clothes, color in cheeks, color in life. Then it was her smile. She couldn't remember the last time she did such a thing. Her face actually hurt.

The Write-Brain Workbook - Day 54 Photos are a great way to capture memories. But we don't always have a camera with us. Write quick "word snapshots" as substitutes for the following topics. Try to capture colors, textures, and expressions. Use your own life story... or make them up! A childhood birthday party Rob looks pleased with himself at his 2nd birthday. He sits in his highchair in a local Alabama park, coating his face in spaghetti sauce. The day might be gloomy, but it's not effecting his fun. A wedding When she thinks no one is looking is when she looks her most beautiful. The day couldn't have gone any better, and as she walks up to the altar with her new husband in hand, she looks like she could take on the world. Winning an award Shane looks surprised yet completely confident and deserving. His grin is boyish and yet still the usual devilish. If his slacks ere as red as his shirt, I may have thought him a little too devilish. A garden The intensely green elephant ears next to the boldly rich purple wandering jew is quite a site to behold. Yet, it's the simple child's hammock in the corner that stands out most of all.

When I started typing this one up, I realized I did it completely wrong. I must have been about ready to pass out cuz it seems clear as day now. Anyway, I will post it as it was stated, but just know that I goofed... big time. The Write-Brain Workbook - Day 53 Use this quote somewhere in your piece. Start with: I hate the texture of... I'm a weird bird. I'm completely aware of this, at most times. I have my quirks, or oddities, or uniqueness, or idiosyncracies... whatever you want to call them. For instance, I wouldn't call myself a picky eater at all, but there are just some things I can't get past. Numero uno, let's say it together now, I hate cilantro. Not, I dislike it or I prefer not to eat it. I abhor it. I can taste that disgusting weed if it were in the same kitchen as my food. If I could, I would outlaw the stuff. Or, better yet, burn every last plant of it off this planet. Of course, I live in the state of Cilantro. Hell, it's probably the state herb. Another thing is apples. I hate the texture of apples. Just thinking of it makes me want to gag. The only type of apple I can stand, in fact I enjoy them, is a very unripe green apple (of the non-Granny Smith variety). I also have a few standards... like lima beans and brussel sprouts. My mom used to give us brussel sprouts quite a bit. She actually thought there was no way anyone could not like them. As for lima beans, I have no problem with them when they are mixed with other things. But they just aren't meant to be alone. They need help or friends, whatever. There are far more things I love than hate, so I feel I'm okay with my food enemies. I'm allowed to have a few, right? Any foods you just can't tolerate?