To get started, let’s loosen up. Let’s unlock the mind. Today, take twenty minutes to free write. And don’t think about what you’ll write. Just write.
Dinosaurs. I believe I could find a way to coexist with dinosaurs. I mean, not all of them were dangerous. A triceratops for example. She is gentle, kind, old, and never intentionally harms anything. She is an herbivore. The velociraptor. He is young, energetic, and vicious. He is troubled, mislead, and maybe he didn’t have the best parents. It isn’t his fault he drifts toward the carnivorous side. The tyrannosaurus-rex. He is old, grumpy, and republican, sitting on his late Cretaceous style porch yelling at all the little velociraptors to get away from his lowlands and watching his little pygmy versions run around him and playing in the dirt. Hundreds of miles away, lives the family of a timid diplodocus. The tips of the trees around them are almost barren, for they have been living in this area for quite a while. Soon there will be no more leaves at the tops of the trees and they’ll either have to stoop their necks to reach the bottoms, or move on to a new location, hopefully avoiding their predators. They don’t fear the feisty velociraptor boys that surround them at night, for one swing of a magnificent neck could take out two, maybe three, little brats. However, if Grampy Tyrannosaurus comes along, the friendly diplodocus has reason to fear. Good luck, my dear diplodocus.