I don’t always come to the day with an idea in mind; usually I am the last one to learn what I am going to write about. You doubt me? Read more…
If I have NOTHING (the norm) I crawl through the alcoves of my cluttered mind turning over boxes, opening mental journals looking for a thread of possibility. It’s not uncommon for me to get lost in my memories, stand idle on the same page, reread about a lover I misplaced. I might relive a conversation or make one up, or wonder if he ever wonders if I wonder about him. I might craft a Tweet sized love note for his pillow, dig to the back of the sensory memories to recall the taste of lips, linger until an omnipresence voice fractures my rapture sending me back to my digging. All the while, I’ll be hoping to catch a ride out of the dark on the first thought that lingers beyond a flutter.
In the background…
Patsy Cline circles around on the MP3 player, If You’ve Got Leaving on Your Mind. The reality of the moment I am sitting is blurs at the edges until it goes black. The fireflies of my imagination twinkle in the distance inviting me deeper into the parallel moment. Their warmth draws me near, nearer, even nearer. The closer I get to what brought me to this alternate world hovers just out of reach. It’s …. closer, just a few inches closer, and I’ll be able to reach it.
The train doors open and the real moment zaps the alternate world in my head and what was so close is gone. I exit the train grasping at evanesce. If I’m lucky I’ll have glimpsed the idea that floated in with the song, and later when I’m at my desk, make a note in the form of a word document. Not everything is post appropriate but any idea is saved for further exploration.
A word with potential is all it takes.
Dot-to-dot (word game, follow the crumbs)
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This is an abridged glimpse into my cluttered mind’s search process for post worthy content, but what happens is similar. Word connects to word, to thought, until there is a spark.
Today’s inspiration: A list of reasons a writer doesn’t write
Making it a reality
The physical act of opening a document followed quickly by the first sentence is like making it to first base on a date. I’ve made a pack with my mind to resume writing. All that is required of the writer in me is to unpack the raw thoughts on the page, order, reorder, until the post has substance.
If you’re a writer you’re not immune to flights of fancy, quivers down your spine, the rush of the unexpected, or distractions of the most devious sort. Distractions are a part of life, but for the writer, they are both curse and savior. They are not always, what they seem and can take a variety of forms. They are genetically, chemically, magically, spiritually, and all others—this covers dust bunnies, green fuzz growing in the vegetable bin of the fridge, ringing in your ears, boys, girls, lanky men with come-hither bedroom eyes, unexpected urges to organize, vampires, aliens, ear hair— are manufactured by the writer to prevent the writer from harnessing their focus on the page. A distraction can take the writer off the page to aisle ten at Target or to a flowered meadow in the glen where a strapping Irish lad is waiting for the buxom Fiona. Maybe it was the green fuzz in the fridge that triggered the glen.
The list of reasons a writer doesn’t write traveled with me to the blank page but when as my fingers clickity-clacked across the page what I saw in my mind wasn’t what found its way to the page. I don’t fight myself when this happens ( which is a lot) I continued typing. I realized as I finished typing the post I had missed a stray thread in the word game, which was the creative arc of a post. It has game. It’s a distraction from the WIP. It’s a composite of fragmented thoughts. It’s a writer’s journal of discovery. It’s the taste of his kiss on yours. It’s a poem. It’s the process of writing the truth as your mind sees it. It’s a writer’s character exposed on the page. It’s a POV unrehearsed. It’s you. It’s a moment set to words connected with or without intent.
Do you break down your ideas into single words, and then connect them until the thought is complete before you start writing?
I try but my propensity for failure is in the upper percentile.