No Ideas Makes Me Free Type

I start out with no ideas at all. Then I begin to free type. I type words that rhyme – bubble, double, trouble, he, me, knee. The trick is to keep adding words even if they make no sense. Then I envision Trixie, my muse. She is dancing, prancing, and lancing. Lancing a banana, lancing a bell, lancing her way to the bowels of hell. She is a minx who is always doing something to me – cutting off my head, forcing me to walk the plank, rolling me into wet sticky syrup. I imagine my head sticking out its tongue at her, and being kicked. If the “what if Trixie ……..” stops working, I get out a book about animals. Or a book about trees, stars, ESP, planets, dinosaurs, pirates, or something else. It matters not what the book is about, only that it is interesting to me. I choose words I like and I type them up – meiosis, mytosis, planetary, astral. If nothing pops up, I put a dictionary or a Thesaurus on my lap. I begin thumbing through it, choosing the most tantalizing words. Pantywaist, masticate, which leads me to plasticate, bastifate, chastilate, I love making up my own words the very most actually. Sometimes I am rhyming, other times I just throw down a scenario That did not actually happen but almost happened. Because reality is fun, but “creality” is better. The trick is to type and keep typing, not stopping. Edit later.