The following story was written as part of an experiment. Before writing it, I put in the CD of Whitney Green's songs, picked a random track via shuffle function and wrote about the first thing that came to mind. To be honest, I have no idea how I got this story out that song. They have almost nothing in common. But the rules say I have to write ( Read more... )

The following story was written as part of an experiment. Before writing it, I put in the CD of Whitney Green's songs, picked a random track via shuffle function and wrote about the first thing that came to mind. Mostly, I'm trying to get the creative juices flowing again, because my writers' block has been killing me.

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( The following story was composed while listening to )

( General thoughts )

I went to an open mic night at Exedus II, which is apparently Chicago's hottest reggae club. It's located in Wrigleyville, out of all places*. Mostly to listen to Whitney Green perform. Yeah, that one. I got a to see the facet of American culture I never really seen in person, which is always good when you're a writer. So, without going into two ( Read more... )