Today is what I'm calling Free Range Thought Day.
Hopefully by calling it this my thoughts will come organically (whatever the flip that means) and I'll have a wildly creative day.
I'm not even going to edit this blog. I'm going to write it, run it up the flag pole and see if it flies.
I'm giddy with possibilities cause today is a day when I have little to no writing responsibilities imposed upon me by the outside world, and I get to work on whatever I want to.
So I thought I'd start on this blog and go from there.
I was in conversation recently with someone about what I do.
I love it when people ask me that now, by the way, because I love saying it but I think sometimes I get too giddy about it and it doesn't eek out with as much smoothness as I'd prefer.
Instead of a silky nonchalant, "I'm a writer" it most often, at least in my head, sounds like, "I'm a writer..HuHu..yeah..*giggles"
In the course of our conversation I was presented with the need to explain why I love what I do and I answered it with this...Back in July someone (who I consider to be a notch above an acquaintance of mine) started spouting out deeply person problems to me.
In the moment that this was going on I was confused and could think of more to say to a block of cheese then I could to them about their problem.
It was then that the thought was born, "this is exactly why I want to be writer, that way I can work for hours at a time and not have to talk to anyone."
I think it's truly amazing how we're all built different ways and how our personalities match up with what it is we're supposed to do.
I also think it's perfectly satisfying to be content with your own personality. When you can settle down with a hot cup of coffee and relax in your own skin, that's a good day.
*holds up coffee* Here's to a warm blanket of skin....wow, that sounds horrible, but since I'm not editing, it's what I will end on.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Post One Hundred and Fifty
Ooo a post milestone! How exciting.
I have lots and lots of writing to do today so I've set up my office perfectly:
Clean chalkboard (giving me eight feet of free range thought).
Autumn wreath candle (because fall inspires writing like nobodies business).
Cup of "Awake" tea (which does the caffeine trick *see twitter).
Window open (I love LOVE outside sounds almost as much as I love jazz).
Blinds completely open (cause that's HOW I LIKE THEM).
Banana (in case of a wandering urge to go to the kitchen and break concentration spell).
Cloudy day (set up by God-appreciated by me).
And
Dog bed-Why? Oh I don't know, right now the picture would have been perfect if my new puppy (now 3 weeks new to me) were sleeping peacefully in the large zebra bed I've carefully placed next to the desk and on top of his cage insuring the perfect height he apparently craves. But no puppy. He's been lured by the sliding glass door and the constant entertainment there. So I'm one Jax short of having the perfect office set up.
But he'll come around.
He likes to sleep on top of the couch (not on, but on top of where the pillows reach the highest height) but this poses a problem. Last time I was writing in the office I heard the jingle of his collar..jingle jingle...BAM! He had shifted positions and then fallen off the back of the couch. Silly boy.
That's how I know he'll come around.
*sips tea*
It's going to be a good day.
I have lots and lots of writing to do today so I've set up my office perfectly:
Clean chalkboard (giving me eight feet of free range thought).
Autumn wreath candle (because fall inspires writing like nobodies business).
Cup of "Awake" tea (which does the caffeine trick *see twitter).
Window open (I love LOVE outside sounds almost as much as I love jazz).
Blinds completely open (cause that's HOW I LIKE THEM).
Banana (in case of a wandering urge to go to the kitchen and break concentration spell).
Cloudy day (set up by God-appreciated by me).
And
Dog bed-Why? Oh I don't know, right now the picture would have been perfect if my new puppy (now 3 weeks new to me) were sleeping peacefully in the large zebra bed I've carefully placed next to the desk and on top of his cage insuring the perfect height he apparently craves. But no puppy. He's been lured by the sliding glass door and the constant entertainment there. So I'm one Jax short of having the perfect office set up.
But he'll come around.
He likes to sleep on top of the couch (not on, but on top of where the pillows reach the highest height) but this poses a problem. Last time I was writing in the office I heard the jingle of his collar..jingle jingle...BAM! He had shifted positions and then fallen off the back of the couch. Silly boy.
That's how I know he'll come around.
*sips tea*
It's going to be a good day.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
With the promise of other blogs...here's something entirely different.
I just finished an email to a dear friend of mine who lives in another city but who provides me with the release of writing emails that Jane Austin herself would appreciate.
It's a curious thing, and I am using this blog to wonder aloud (and by aloud I mean in black and white to the internet community) why is it that certain people evoke certain abilities from us?
For example, when I try to write well worded emails to other people I feel as if I come out tripping over my words and blubbering pedestrian things like "hey whats up" but when I write to a particular group of people the Austin-esq words and phrases just flow out of me, "with you, what is up?" (that was a joke).
The same is true for joke-making. There are certain people who when I am around them the funny comes spilling out the way God intended it, but around others (particularly those who I would like to consider me as the go to for comedy)...eh...not so much, "knock-knock?"
I guess the key word is "try" maybe it is that when we try to hard it doesn't work. Which would make sense like that "cool" blog I wrote, the harder you try to be cool the less it actually works out for you (duh, elizabeth).
Ok well, I don't know how to remedy that cause there'll always be people you want to impress, maybe we (assuming you have the same sort of issue) maybe we need to approach it like a lie detector test. They say the way to beat those things is to trick yourself into thinking that when you're answering simple things like "What is your name" you are actually telling a lie that way when you tell a lie the stress that registers is the same as when you said your name.
So maybe I need to think that when I'm writing to my dear friend I need to amp up the stress level making my other, more professional emails come off beautiful.
There. Problem solved.
Thanks for listening internet community :)
It's a curious thing, and I am using this blog to wonder aloud (and by aloud I mean in black and white to the internet community) why is it that certain people evoke certain abilities from us?
For example, when I try to write well worded emails to other people I feel as if I come out tripping over my words and blubbering pedestrian things like "hey whats up" but when I write to a particular group of people the Austin-esq words and phrases just flow out of me, "with you, what is up?" (that was a joke).
The same is true for joke-making. There are certain people who when I am around them the funny comes spilling out the way God intended it, but around others (particularly those who I would like to consider me as the go to for comedy)...eh...not so much, "knock-knock?"
I guess the key word is "try" maybe it is that when we try to hard it doesn't work. Which would make sense like that "cool" blog I wrote, the harder you try to be cool the less it actually works out for you (duh, elizabeth).
Ok well, I don't know how to remedy that cause there'll always be people you want to impress, maybe we (assuming you have the same sort of issue) maybe we need to approach it like a lie detector test. They say the way to beat those things is to trick yourself into thinking that when you're answering simple things like "What is your name" you are actually telling a lie that way when you tell a lie the stress that registers is the same as when you said your name.
So maybe I need to think that when I'm writing to my dear friend I need to amp up the stress level making my other, more professional emails come off beautiful.
There. Problem solved.
Thanks for listening internet community :)
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