How to get at the good stuff? Cannot even think of a better word for stuff! Yes, I can look for a word using a thesaurus, which I probably will end up doing. But, for now, I’m very simply frustrated, for my mind has either been erased or is under lock and key. I’m reminded of what happens when I cannot recall a password and try time and time again to log on. After multiple tries, I’m locked out. No longer can I access a wealth of information at my fingertips. Locked out.
Writing 101 First Assignment
To get started, let’s loosen up. Let’s unlock the mind. Today, take twenty minutes to free write. And don’t think about what you’ll write. Just write.
Caveat: I must admit I edited what I wrote in the 20 minutes. Just cannot keep myself from rewriting…
Since I already started writing and making an image for this assignment before I had even started the assignment, I guess I cheated. I also thought about what I was going to write and how I was going to go about it. Once again, not the assignment. Basically I saw myself writing with interruptions. Interruptions because the dogs miss me, though they are sleeping on the floor right now. Interrupted expecting my son to ask for something, yet he now remains ensconced in the guest room playing Xbox. He asked both last night and this morning whether and when I’d move the TV into his room because my sister and her family are visiting us tonight and tomorrow. But, they won’t be here until well after dinner, so we have plenty of time.
I imagined that my writing would somehow reflect my hypomanic mind. My mind is racing, but my writing tends (for the most part) to be organized. One reason is that I rewrite and rewrite and rewrite. Not for this project. This is stream of consciousness writing (I guess). Actually, I do not recall the exact meaning of stream of consciousness writing. Sounds rather hoity toity and intellectual. This exercise and fingers flying discussing the mundane feels more like what the assignment calls free writing.
Okay, first interruption, quickly ignored. Poodle Coco nudged my left arm with his nose. He wanted to be pet. No pets right now. I’m FREE WRITING. I’m being quite writerly. He circles me like a great white shark circling its prey, and then settles for kibble.
This morning I took a break – an interruption after my initial writing and before I copied and pasted the actual writing assignment up above. During that break I went to my local Starbucks to meet up with a fellow NAMI volunteer, mental health advocate and mental health provider. Starbucks was crowded and loud, so I invited her over to my house. As it’s messy and filthy, I’m actually proud of myself. Usually I’m too ashamed to have company over.
My timer just went off. 20 minutes are up.
I know the feeling. I believe it just may be the definition of motherhood, or parenthood, constant interruptions.
I love reading what your mind has unlocked; it’s honest and yes, very grounded-sounding despite the hypomania. Rats- someone just texted me, the dog is barking and Craig brought the girls home from ballet/playdate in the last ten seconds. Focus? What focus? Xo
I LOVE the image of you as Foghorn The IKonoclast (your name in itself leaves quite an impression) waiting at a stop sign for further instructions. Thank you, Mr. Excitement.
Thanks. Today, April 7th, I did not include the actual writing prompt. Didion’s quote says more than enough.
Many years ago (I’m 51), I read and worked “The Artists’ Way.” Not sure if I still have the it moldering on a bookcase somewhere. For now, I’m doing the WordPress Writing 101 course. Later, I may be more (or perhaps less) disciplined in the practice of regular free writing.
Thank you so MUCH!!! I’m truly flattered and honored.
Before this blog just writing for 20 minutes would never happen. Now I let my mind wander through my day and I can present a decent post.
I can use all the help I can get. One day I was at the Stop sign and waiting for further instructions. No wonder they call me, Mr. Excitement.
Also, Kitt, I love that you’re sharing this process. It’s like I get to take the class, too.
I’ve long used Julia Cameron’s “The Artists Way” tools for uncorking creativity. Her form of free writing is called Morning Pages—3 hand-written pages done every morning. No editing, no censoring, just keep the hand moving. Even if it’s nonsense, or dross, or loud whining. Whatever comes, it gets written down. It’s not pretty, and it’s not structured. It’s the scum on the surface of my creative pond that let’s me get to the deep waters later.
My favorite part of your post is, “Okay, first interruption, quickly ignored. Poodle Coco nudged my left arm with his nose. He wanted to be pet. No pets right now. I’m FREE WRITING. I’m being quite writerly. He circles me like a great white shark circling its prey, and then settles for kibble.”
Love it! I look forward to exploring more of your blog site.