Breaking the fourth wall, self-referential humor, those are things I enjoy a lot when it comes to writing.
It’s hard to explain the pleasure I feel when a bridge is established between creator, creation and those that are observing, i.e. reading the efforts of said creation. External interpretations, even when they differ from my own, only enrich the writing itself, and that’s always a good thing. I don’t want to go into philosophical arguments that might sound a bit pretentious so I’ll just reiterate that it’s fun to play with the limits of our mental constructs. Some days, I don’t want to do it, but when I do, I strive to enjoy it. The following is a humorous take on brainwashing, “fixing” a belief by means of grammar. It’s also a deconstruction of this whole challenge and the guidelines that are at its core. It’s the silly being in me frolicking, unashamedly. I hope you have a good weekend.
Mandy’s latest erotic story was quite intriguing but it had one problem, or rather, hundreds of them.
“So many mistakes…” Devon sighed.
“Fix them for me, please?” she purred.
And so he did, beginning with the first sentence which read:
“Hi ema sleighve hand yore migh mestress.”
It took him only 55 words to surrender.