I remember this

Posted by admin on December 31st, 2012 filed in General

Ah, yes. That familiar feeling of having ideas, really good ideas that I want to write out in some grand way, and not being able to make myself do it because of any number of excuses. Laundry needs to be done, kids fed, house cleaned so that tripping hazards and slippery areas are eliminated. Then I sit down and cannot force my mind to relax enough to be creative. Kids are yelling, TV’s making noise, chores still need to be done. I feel really pathetic that I can’t shove my mind into that peaceful, clear state where things just flow. I used to be able to do it without thinking. Now it’s like I lost the map and forgot the way to get there. I wonder if threatening my mind would make it cooperate? “Mind, I’ll take up drinking, like a lot! Start working like normal or I’ll do it!” “I’ll sign up for sports that involve a lot of head injuries, is that what you want? Is it?!” That probably isn’t going to work…


3 Responses to “I remember this”

  1. Ron! Says:
    January 1st, 2013 at 4:30 pm

    I was just watching the extras on the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory bluray, and was reminded of something. Before writing, Roald Dahl had kind of a little ritual. He had a writing “hut” had four hard sharp American pencils, a thermos, a light, and so on. Only once all the pieces were in place, did he write.

  2. admin Says:
    January 1st, 2013 at 4:49 pm

    I used to think that was silly, since I could do it any time. Now I guess I should accept that it’s not the habit of only prissy, pretentious artists. I’d have to come up with something simple though.

  3. Youjane Says:
    January 10th, 2013 at 12:52 am

    Or get a little notepad and jot the beginning of ideas down as they come to you. Then when you finally have the time you’ll be able to see all the little bits of inspiration.
    I always mean to do this but so far haven’t gotten all the bits together to pull it off successfully. Either missing the paper or the writing implement or a flat space is usually what happens. I must stop a hundred times and think I should write about this or that(on a good day, bad days all I can think of is how to get a nap) and when I finally get to sit down unmolested they are all gone. Little idea tumbleweeds that disappear out my ears or something.

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