Atiliano Montoya's misfortune was promptly forgotten in the hoopla stirred up by Charlie Parker's whale.
Charlie Parkers whale was huge. Charlie Parker's whale was a blue, a magnetic blue, that pulled visitors into the open all night gas station, that served big hunkin cinneman rolls. On the back wall was a picture of Lyndon B. Johnson gives a howdy folks, welcome to the west, the president is big brother, and he is watching you. Don't even think about doing wrong here because if you do then I will send the secret service out for you. The blue whale brought in all sorts. From noisy teenagers buying pixie sticks, to old men hoping their cars would make that icon in the desert, that proclaimed all cars are safe once they make this gas depot. It was an oasis and offered the best prices in New Mexico, especially on route 17. So folks from all around came in hopes of stretching the dollar because social security doesn't pay what it use to. The desert wind whipped across the desolate plane.
Rules of the Game: Choose any book in your library (fiction is best). With the book in your hands, turn the page to your current age. Mine is 36, so I will be using page 36 of that book. From the first full paragraph on that page, type/write out the first sentence. Then from that sentence write, for one minute, (start out small) timed. Allow yourself to write anything that comes to your mind, for a whole minute.Game 3-5: 3 Minutes.
Game 6-7 5 Minutes.
Do not self censor. Music may aid in this discover writing. Rush type it. Don't work for quality, work for continuous writing. Just keep typing the whole minute. Don't stop. Don't think, just write.
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