First Friday Freewrite #66: “My favorite mistake…”

Welcome to the First Friday Freewrite! 

If you’re a newcomer, here’s the deal: I’m a writer, and I’ve found that I desperately need accountability.  Regular writing exercises help me keep my writing fresh, keep me honest and – most importantly – keep my pen moving.  Join me, and post your response to this month’s writing prompt in the comments.  It’ll be fun!  See below for details…

Here’s how it works: I post a “JUMP LINE,” a short phrase that will serve as a writing prompt, each first Friday of the month.first-friday-freewrite-square

YOU put pen to paper and write. (I’ll do it, too, of course.)  Don’t think.  Don’t cross out.  (That is wise advice borrowed from Natalie Goldberg in Wild Mind.)  Just start with the prompt and see where it takes you.

Then POST YOUR RESPONSE as a comment.  (Just click the comment bubble  to the right of the Friday Freewrite post title above to leave a reply.)

Today’s jump line:  “My favorite mistake…”

Happy Writing!

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2 thoughts on “First Friday Freewrite #66: “My favorite mistake…”

  1. My favorite mistake was not exactly recognized as such at the time. I was embarassed, humiliated even, and overall more emotionally invested in my mistake than anyone else around me, assuming they even noticed.
    I accidentally spoke my mind.
    I know, I know. Everyone does it, it’s no big deal, etc, etc. It’s not exactly a novel mistake. But it was one of those moments where you are sitting in class, the teacher asks a question, and you just respond. Out loud. Everyone else is raising their hand, but you don’t even get to that point. You just speak. And of course in my case, the teached asked what differentiated this novel from porn.
    Yeah. Exactly.
    We had just read a sex scene in an assigned reading, and the teacher was trying to get us to actually focus on why we were reading it instead of paying attention to the sex.
    So I said, tone dripping with all of the sardonic humor my mind could verbalize, “Plot.”
    Everyone turned and stared at me. The fifteen year old high school girl taking a college class over summer. And everyone busted up laughing.
    Okay, you had to be there. But I’m sure I looked a sight, eyes all wide with surprise that I actually spoke out loud, darting nervously as I was suddenly the center of the room’s very intimidating attention. It didn’t even register why they were laughing at first.
    So, it’s my favorite mistake for one reason: because I learned that I could have thoughts worth sharing. It sounds ridiculous, put like that. But I’m a shy person. And for an insecure teenager, such a concept is a revelation. I still smile at the thought.

    -LS

  2. Baking is enjoyable for me. It brings back memories of comfort food and comforting smells wafting from the kitchen. Baking from scratch is a labor of love and irony is delicious.
    Early in my baking experience (before the teenage years) an accidental substitution caused quite a stir in the family. Baking soda went in where baking powder should have and the resulting sugar cookies tasted very much like huge Alka-Seltzer tablets!
    Good lesson for me and lots of laughs from the expressions on the faces of those unlucky enough (or adventurous enough) to try them.

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