Blank Mind, Palm in Face
Once a week doesn't seem like it should be too much, right? And yet, here we are. Hands to keyboard, resisting the urge to magnetize to the face. Where does it all go wrong? Why is inspiration so fickle and fleeting? And how tf do I get it back?
I think every writer has encountered this blockage before, but no one has a great answer. The best ones are: just write, consistently, whether you have anything good to say or not. Well, that means at least part of the time what comes out is just absolute shiite.
And so this rambling is officially justified as necessary trash! Yay!
Writing As Verbal Compost
I suppose the point is to let your brain continue the function of making words happen in your head- ones that more or less chain together to make sense- without a quality requirement. It's like recycling electrical impulses of imagination, "printing" the last of the old muse-ink, and clearing out the mind for new (and hopefully better) information.
In other words, verbal diarrhea to clear out the junk in my mind! And as it comes out, it splatters all over the page in a way that (hopefully) improves my efforts for next time.
Woah! So Much Gross!
I know, I know. I'm trying to grow my channel as a reservoir of positivity in the cesspool of the internet, and this rambling stuff doesn't always come out smelling like roses. In fact, one might say it's downright disgusting and vulgar. And...they'd be right.
Cleaning usually starts out pretty gross and dingy, and ends lemony-fresh and sparkly. With any luck, maybe that's what will happen here. I mean, I've already written and deleted a bunch of stuff already, so this composting thing HAS to result in some kind of growth, right?
Although maybe planting the seeds is really all I can do here, and hope that next week will net some new growth to balance things. So, what seeds should I plant? Hmm... I know! How about I work on a story next week? And this week, I can set the general parameters... ok, three parts (beginning, middle, end), and each part uses a different picture for inspiration- and the main characters, setting, etc. are determined by the first pic (because my ramblings always have 4 pics). I'll let that settle in, and grow in the back of my mind until next week and see what happens!
Mental composting is fun!
Just an odd, awe-inspired, avocado advocate (not necessarily advocating avocados, though!) with a mission to put more joy into the world.