I purchased a book recently that has some good exercises (from what I've read so far) for writing. It's called Write Great Fiction -Revision and Self-Editing by James Scott Bell. It advises "warming up" before writing, so during my lunch, I thought I'd give it a shot. So here it is, an (interrupted) ten minutes with no real edits.
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I remember the bits of sunlight streaming through the trees in the woods. Each one speckled with wisps of fog and streaked with the edges of shadow. They were a welcome respite from the constant silence and darkness that we had just traveled through. It was a great relief when we, at last, heard the first sounds of life beyond our own footsteps crunching in the foliage. Bird and insect sounds floated on the air, much like the sunbeams, in bits and pieces as if breaking through the cracks in the shadowed barrier. I began to feel lighter as if the air pressure itself was lifting from my head and shoulders. There was a relief swelling in my breast and I breathed out as if I had been holding my breath for too long. My lungs burned slightly as I exercised them in an effort to breathe the suddenly cleaner air. The freedom I didn't realize I was yearning for was so close and tears began to come unbidden to my eyes. As I took the last steps that would bring me into the light, my surroundings fell into darkness once more, swallowing me back into despair.
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