Here's how inspired free write works:
- You can write a sentence, a paragraph, a poem, or a short story, or even a bit of your current project.
- You must use the word destitute or the meaning of the word destitute in your writing.
It's as easy as that. In fact no one cares if it even makes since this is practice for you. Why do inspired free write? Free writing is the best thing you can do to improve your writing but you know how it can be I have an entire journal full of the sentence "i have no clue what to write." (Yes I do not Capitalize very much when writing I fix that when I type it up. Yup that's what happens when to many of us not just you. With inspired free write you will find yourself doing a lot more thinking and writing and see a lot less "I do no know what to write."
Destitute: des·ti·tute
adj.
1. Utterly lacking; devoid: Young recruits destitute of any experience.
2. Lacking resources or the means of subsistence; completely impoverished.
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My Inspired Free Write (unedited) The Price of Freedom
Copy write November/16/2011 Jennifer Gerlach
"How could he do this?" Sylvia fell to her knees the fabric of the dress splashing around her with a whoosh as her petti coats released the air trapped benith them. A strong hand landed upon her shoulder to offer a only moments comfort before it edged away. The foot steps of the messenger crushed stones beneath his large polished boots as he sauntered down the pressed earth path back to his old round horse. Sylvia was now completely alone.
She picked herself up still sobbing, entered her empty lifeless home. Overwhelmed by loss and dread she pressed the freshly finished shirt she had put so many loving stitches into. Her tears returned full force. All alone a young widow her husbands baby growing with in her. Left destitute all for the freedom of the new world.
Weeks maybe months had passed by Sylvia. She was close to her time, running out of food, and even wood for her hearth. Sylvia was left with no choice but, to leave behind with what little her husband had left her with. She packed a change of dress and a gown for her unborn baby, stuffing every peace of pewter she owned into the very same worn carpet bag she had brought with her for the long voyage here. She knew that this would not last her long. She must find employment for their was no way to survive with an empty purse. With a sigh she closed the door behind her.
*You have no idea how hard it was to type this off of my hand written copy with no edits beyond spell check. I have so many ideas of things to change and how to expand this into a short story of the American Revolution. 
