writing excercises!

I purchased a book of writing exercises, one called Take Ten for Writers by Bonnie Neubauer and its chock full of ten minute exercises to inspire/motivate and encourage brainstorming!You can get the book here: here I was super excited to pick this up from the book store, and even more excited that each prompt makes you choose a number from 1-10, which yields 10 additional variables to consider.. After picking your number, it gives you suggestions such as first liners, words, spoonerisms, quotes, the book instructs you to take ten minutes to write freely, without over-thinking, erasing or crossing out. Editing can be done only after the exercise is over. you can find read an except / preview some of the rules and exercises Here:(I've got a horrible knack for editing, and the left side of my brain needs to be challenged not to do so!)

Anyway, I'm über excited to try some out :) I think it'll be a good idea to write more, and to get the creativity flowing! My goal is to do most, if not all of the prompts.. kind of mixed in with my journaling.. I want to write more fiction, nonfiction, everything, and ANYTHING.. I just want to write more in general! I'm hoping to make it habit to take ten minutes to write.. I'm excited/anxious to share what I come up with.. Feedback would be awesome!!!

as for my first exercise: A Spoon Full of Spoonerisms (No.3)

The challenge is to use a pair of spoonerisms as bookends by starting with one and ending with another. (because of a pack of lies/because of a lack of pies.)

here we go...

Because of a pack of lies, she hurried through the corridor of the Blue Beet Patisserie, and onto the dim veranda of the bar next door. There she sought solace in a bath of neon lights, readily flashing pink, green and violet rays. Her tights were ripped, and smock wrinkled as she listlessly took a sip of a watered-down beverage. At that moment, she felt diluted, dizzy, and diminished. She sat for a while, watching the world of oblivion and laughter pass her by. She felt isolated and insecure, only to find that no one had stopped to console her.. Her aubergine nails were chipped, and her ego, bruised.. She had blueberry stained hands, and mascara streaked down her cheeks. She began cry uncontrollably as the news from earlier hit her like the sack full of flour that had made its way onto the kitchen floor when the Maitre Patissier accused her for burning his creations. The stench of burnt carbohydrates and sweet blueberry topping spewed out of the building, setting off the fire alarms and encouraged discerning looks from the patrons. She had left the pies in the oven for far too long, and her ambition of being a Chef Pâtissiere was destroyed because of a lack of pies.