I was editing a news release today and had to come up with a bit more filler copy, but I had some really ridiculous jumble of phrases running around in my head, phrases that would sound completely absurd in a news brief. I’m pretty sure the words “tutelage” was there, and maybe “adulation.”
Stop being idiotic, I told myself, and write a proper sentence like a grownup.
But seriously, these words wouldn’t leave. So I grudgingly wrote them down (with a pen, on a piece of paper – it’s how I write best), and realized that I had, in essence, freed myself. I’d appeased the beast of my imagination by writing down what it gave me, and when I did, it offered more and more until finally I had written something worth reading.
It was a good reminder to keep on writing on, through the cruddiest bits, until something good somehow appears.
And finally, some jokes.
My favorite childhood joke:
What did the man say when he sat on a pin?
Nothing. It was a safety pin.
A joke that only makes sense to Texans:
Why did the chicken cross the road?
To show the armadillo that it can be done.