Usually after a blogging break, I come back feeling refreshed, with new ideas and maybe even a spring in my step. Admittedly this time, I’m grappling with words…
Free-writing. That’s what I’m going to do right now. It’s a great technique, no censoring and just typing, so here goes…
It’s 8:44 in the evening and I can hear my husband’s typing in his study. He has heavy hands, and so you can hear the banging of the keys. Thank goodness, typewriters have been phased out. Can you imagine what a racket that would be? He would wake up T!
I’m feeling warm now, wearing this cardigan. It was cold(ish) awhile ago and almost felt like autumn has come. Today, the sun was playing peekaboo and couldn’t make up its mind whether to come out or not.
We were supposed to have a power-break somewhere between 9-4 but it never came. I wonder why? Not that I’m wishing for one.
That clock, that ticking of that blimming clock is too loud. I complain a lot about it, but never do anything. I like the look of it… A white clock, with a round face. It’s cute. But too darned loud. Where on earth did I get from? Probably bought it on line.
Now I’m thinking of the time I used to do morning pages, from that “An Artist’s Way” book by Julia something. What’s her name? Was it Cameron? Can’t remember her surname. You’re supposed to write on your journal as soon as you wake up. Was it about ten minutes? It’s supposed to open your creativity and to block out self-doubt, you know you’re not supposed to listen to that crazy woman talking in your head. The idea is, if you keep writing, you’ll never be able to hear that you’re not good enough and what you’re writing is crap, like what I’m writing right now is crap. The point is, to just keep writing as much as you can. I don’t remember it helping me much. But I remember I did really enjoy the book and it inspired me to write. Come to think of it? Where is my copy? I have no idea where it is. I think the last time I opened it was in 2007 around the time I left for Ghana when I was packing all my stuff in boxes. Wow, that feels like a century ago.
I can see my camera at the corner of my eye and I berate myself for not trying to use it properly. It was my husband’s Christmas present, the camera. I bought myself a good lense. But still keep using auto-mode, because I’m too darned lazy to try to work it out properly and so my photos come out bad. Mediocre. I hate that word. What rhymes with mediocre? Hmmmn… I know joker! There must be a connection …
Now I’m wondering if I’m writing too much and that I’m feeling really warm and want to take this fluffy cardigan off. I want to stop typing, because my curtains are distracting me. I want to stop and admire them, but to stop would be cheating. You’re supposed to keep typing. That’s what free-writing is all about. Now I really want to stop. Okay, I’m stopping now.
Have you ever tried free-writing before?
If the answer is no, would you like to try it?