So, since I'm taking this creative writing class, we are reading a book that gives lots of suggestions for exercises to spur creativity. I figured that maybe a thread to share these exercises and their results might benefit the WB.
For this exercise, open your dictionary to a random page and point. Take the word you are pointing to and freewrite for about 10-15 minutes, with it as your starting point.
Here's my first try (please ignore any typos, I typed it up very quickly):
It was one of those newfangled whatchamacallits, all metal and full of technology. Of course, to Emar everything was whatchamacallit, if she couldn't remember what you called it -- a whisk, the dog's collar, my favorite blue scrunchy, they were all whatchamacallits. It was a wide category, encompassing pretty much everything in existence, except humans. They were whatshisnames or whatshernames, depending, at least for Em, not on what was between their legs, but on the length of their hair. She never did like the idea of boys with ponytails.
This newfangled whatchamacallit was different, though. It wasn't something she couldn't remember the name of, it was something that had not yet been named. It must have been like when she had just had my grandmother and was trying to decide on what to call her. Em eventually decided on 'Sherry,' maybe because she was sweet as cherries, or maybe because it was Emar's favorite drink. This whatchamacallit was an infant, newborn, unnamed. It, too, was Emar's baby, her pride and joy, her invention. She had taken the motor from a toy boat and wheels from my RC cars, covered it all with a toaster with the bottom cut out, and strapped a Dust Buster to the front. It was a self-propelled automatic cleaning system, but that wasn't a very catchy name. It also wasn't very good. If it hit a wall head on, and it did, it would bounce itself off the wall for hours, until the AAs inside sputtered to their deaths. By then there was a considerable dent in the wall, not to mention flakes of paint falling away. Mom was furious, not about her wall, but about her toaster.