“Just talk it out…” That seems like a simple enough instruction to follow, right? Well let me explain something. I am a middle child by birth order, a creative weirdo by nature and a bit of a misunderstood outcast due to both of the above. … I also talk about writing like underground rappers talk about rapping. It is something I enjoy and I am good at. You know what I DON’T do a lot and never became particularly good at? Talking! This isn’t to say I am inarticulate or lack vocabulary, I am just used to “sit down and shut up” as a parenting technique that I tend to silently watch a room until I need to talk. Unless I am excited. When I am excited, unless the audience is similarly interested in what I am yammering on about then I fully expect to feel the “sit down and shut up” vibe I was raised on. The only difference is nobody better put their hands on me, lest there will be an expensive lesson taught. The same can be said for topics that I am par
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Sometimes you don’t know what the fuck you want to write, you just know you want to write when you sit down to do so. My trick when I find myself in this spot? A key word or phrase… What do I mean? Come back to August and September with me. Work Spouse : ALL I knew I wanted to include in that story was the “Pennsylvania into her Virginia” line and had been thinking about it for THREE WEEKS before the scribe. Quaaludes : I was talking about The Get Down with someone the day before I wrote this story and the only thing I could think of was “boogie oogie Disco Biscuits.” I wrapped ENTIRE stories around getting those words/phrases into the mix. Sometimes, that is about all the spark you should need. A “why” to your “what.” Having one goal to write toward is what it took to get you typing, the real fun is making it JUST there. To me, that is the fun part; sitting down with NOTHING to go on and remembering some silly shit that happened in a text
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Aside from what is already in the queue scheduled, I am done with my postings for the year. It has been a great year full of laughs, wonderful food, fun stories, funny raps from the so-called president and various other things. The exercise of writing has been cathartic to me. 2018 will promise to bring more of the same. This isn’t to say I won’t be WRITING during this last two weeks, just that I won’t be posting what I write until January. I’m tired, but I am tired from being tired, I am far from tired of writing. My queue consists of Thursday and Sunday postings. Tuesday and Wednesdays require last-days writing and a different process than I am willing to take time away from my family to leg out these holidays for right now. See y’all January 1 st !