There is a documentary called BAD WRITING.
Did you know this?
Where has this film been and who’s been hiding it from me?
You can buy the film or rent it. I bought it for $9.99 on iTunes and have watched it. Twice. Today. Cheaper than 2 trips to Starbucks.
Disclaimer: A few of my biggest writer crushes appear in this movie: Margaret Atwood, David Sedaris, Nick Flynn, and Lee Gutkind. (I am honest-to-god swooning as I type their names.)
Favorite line by the writer / filmmaker: I felt sick, maybe I wasn’t doing as well as I thought, maybe I was still bad, maybe I would never be a good writer, maybe I was wasting my time.
Best reminder: Anybody who doesn’t write and fail is really not trying very hard.
Most under-appreciated question: But how do you write and not smoke cigarettes?
And now, in the spirit of this wonderful film, I offer you this week’s very worst of my bad writing: (As a writing prompt, I was told to think about the sky and the grass. Please hold your applause until the end.)
She often wondered, where was up and where was down?
Why one blue, the other grass and green,
Green on the low road, blue on the high,
What road was she on?
She often wondered.
He often wondered, where was he going, the same place he’d been?
Why bother with forward
When all he knew was back
Back where he’d come from
The same old road
There, nowhere, again.
He often wondered.
Who wants to share their best bad writing?