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TypeTrigger
A friend of mine in Seattle is working on a website called TypeTrigger. It’s for writers, with the intent of defeating writer’s block. Every few hours they have a new “trigger,” and you use that trigger to inspire a short bit of writing (300 words max). Then you can read what other people have written using the same trigger. I think it’s super cool.
You can check it out at http://www.typetrigger.com but they’re in beta right now. That said, if you’re a writer, a friend, and you drop me a note, I can probably hook you up (I’ve still got 3 invites to give out).
Below is the piece I wrote today, from the trigger “While I was out.” It is exactly 300 words, because I am crazy like that. Enjoy:
I wake up in a pile of my own disgusting. This isn’t like that movie The Hangover at all. There’s no exciting action montage. There’s no hilarious Mike Tyson. There are no friends. I’m just here alone, on the floor. I’m not having awesome adventures trying to remember whathilarious antics took place the night before. I remember everything that happened the night before. I just don’t remember why I would ever think those things were a good idea.
It’s a sobering experience. It really is. You know, besides the fact that I’m still completely drunk, it’s a totally sobering experience.
We used to just drink Jack and Cokes. Then she started being concerned about a nonexistent tummy pouch, and so she switched to Jack and Diet Coke. I figured I’d one up her, so I switched to Jack and… well, to straight Jack. In retrospect that’s probably where things took a turn.
Last night, in between the shots and the sipping, I remember ordering a Jack and Diet Coke. Keeping it near me, I nursed on it between my other drinks. That bitter mix of booze and aspartame made me feel like she was there, like we were sharing a drink again.
So then I called her, to tell her about my Nutrasweet flashback, and she said hello half asleep and I said hey, Kara, Diet Coke and whiskey, remember? and she said Adam and I said yeah and she said it’s late and I said yeah. She asked me if I was okay and I said yeah. Then she stayed on the line for a while more and then she said goodbye.
The cool think about sleeping in late is that you can start drinking immediately.
