It’s that time again. I feel the impending frustration of needing to write, without knowing WHAT to write. I am sure this happens to everyone. But when you have a list of submissions to do, copy to edit and essays to mark, normally you end up channeling the now elevated frustration into one or more of the to-write-list.
This time, I’m going off-piste. This time I am writing THIS.
Not so useful you may say…you may be right, but lets see where this goes. It’s interesting for me to write in the present tense, telling you exactly what I am thinking whilst I am sat here, in my recently decorated lounge, checking on the presence of the ‘60% chance of precipitation’ by view of the window, ready to leap up and bring in the washing. Normally I am writing in the past tense, in the third person, or even worse, projecting into the future. I spend a lot of time, alone, in my head, so one would think I’d be adept at channeling my own thoughts? To be quite honest, I mostly think about what or how I will write my next article (yes get a life, I am working on it) that leads us around the bend into the vicious circle.
I find when in a mood like this, it's best not to stop. Don't stop writing, whatever you do, definitely don't stop to correct spelling mistakes, and definitely don't read through what you have written so far. It makes you question yourself, self-editing is reserved for the specialists, the sadists, not the Sunday afternoon post-sherry writers. It took me over a year of writing online and print content for, magazines, web blogs and journals before I began referring to myself as a writer, in fact now, I have coined a slightly nuanced phrase – I’m going by ‘perpetual communicator’ currently – cos it’s all about getting a point across isn’t it? About starting a conversation, my thoughts progress so much ‘better’ when I explore content with others; I get some of my best ideas when tweeting.
I often wish I had built in sky+ in my brain. Being able to FF or RW really would make for a more efficient lifestyle. Generally efficiency isn’t something I am consumed by, neatness – yes, straight lines – yes, geometry – YES but efficiency – not so much. I’m one of those nerds who will sketch something over and over again, hoping that each and every time it will look that bit better, hoping to falsify that ‘just-thought-off’ moment in drawing style, only to concede some hours later, that yes, the very first sketch was indeed the best, the truest, most honourable representation of the ‘moment’ the idea was born. This is, as you will note, not efficient, but at least I know, by matter of elimination, that I have the best representation, the best communication of my point. Leaving nothing to chance. Except perhaps, this piece of writing.