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Category Archives: Random Thoughts
I’ve been following the Postaday challenge like a homework assignment and it’s really done nothing more than give me 24 touchy-feely posts about random topics concerning the inner workings of my thoughts on vague ideas. Yesterday I waited hours to see what the next topic would be only to be a little let down again. The topics aren’t bad, but they don’t seem to fit either.
The topic that brought this call to action: What’s your idea for a perfect Sunday? Reading, writing or taking pictures. The follow up question: How would it differ from a typical Sunday? It doesn’t. That’s what I did. I did that Saturday as well. I also spent too much time trying to find something to write about because the topic didn’t hit home for me.
Let’s get Dr. Phil on this situation:
Dr. Phil: Why are you writing about topics that don’t hit home for you? You should be writing on topics that matter to you instead of waiting for someone else to come up with topics.
Me: Well, it was easier to write about the topic than to come up with my own.
Dr. Phil: Has it been easier?
Me: Not really.
Dr. Phil: You’re cheating yourself out of your own ideas. How does that make you feel?
Dr. Phil: You need to get focused and take charge of your blog.
Me: People seem to like what I’m writing, though.
Dr. Phil: Do you afraid people might not like your ideas? Maybe they like the way you write.
Thanks, Dr. Phil.
The way the blog topics are going currently feels very unwieldy and chaotic. I cannot keep going as is for another 340+ days. Most folks seem to be enjoying the topics, but I know me and I have certain needs as a writer and editor:
- I need coffee.
- I need the vision.
- I need an editorial policy.
- I need cohesion.
- I need a focus.
- I need my next five stories right now in case something falls through.
In a series of posts this week I’ll show how all those work together to keep you on track. Yes, even the coffee.
Are some days easier than others to find an idea to write about or on some days does the idea not matter as much? This is the 23rd day I’ve posted during this pledge to write every day in 2011. This is one of those days where no idea seems good enough.
I’ve stopped and started a few times, not to mention rewrote and restarted. I’ve deleted quite a bit that I probably shouldn’t have. Some of it might have been good later on a different day, or with a little editing and focus. Too late now. I wonder how many perfectly good ideas writers throw into the waste basket.
Right now I’m watching some really horrible movies while I wait for the NFL play offs. I guess these movies seemed like a good idea at the time, but really they should have ended up in the waste basket.
I’m throwing in the towel today. There is hope for tomorrow, maybe even later tonight. Right now I have nothing and I can’t find anything to watch I find inspiring. The TV is getting turned off. I have some Joseph Campbell to read anyway.
I didn’t write last night because I wrote earlier in the morning. I couldn’t decide on anything to write and the topics weren’t appealing. On top of that, I spent, and this is a little embarrassing, six hours setting up a new social media website, connecting it to Twitter and Facebook, then unlinking Twitter from Facebook so as not to create a black hole of status updates. I forgot to eat because I was so focused. I posted one photo.
At the time it was fun and engaging, but this morning when I woke up at 4:30 a.m. to write it didn’t seem like time well spent. I had actually set my alarm for 5:30 a.m., but my brain decided it was Christmas morning.
I’ve been sitting here wide awake for what feels like three days but has only been about an hour. Thankfully I have coffee and the Palladia HD channel, which for those that don’t know is what MTV was before the dark times, before game shows and “reality” TV. It’s the only channel I’ve watched for about six months now, just music and concerts from some of the greatest bands to ever be filmed. The downside is I have to sit through the occasional Justin Bieber video.
I kid about the kid. He’s catchy, he’s popular, the girls love him. I respect that. Yet, I have to chuckle when I hear him singing about love.
What does he know? He’s just a kid. I’m twice his age…and then some. I remember 15-16 and how everything was so damned important. I remember that feeling of having that first love and every time after that. I have journals from back then about what I was thinking and the girls I liked. I read them now and I don’t remember writing them. I barely recognize the handwriting. Clearly I’m not the guy I was 18 or 19 years ago.
I wrote similar things back then to what he sings about now. Glad I didn’t show them to anyone. I’ve learned a lot since then. I’ve even loved a few more times. Nothing beats that hormonal out-of-your-right-mind first love, though. Maybe that’s why we never forget that first one.
I laugh at the kid who doesn’t know anything singing his heart out about love only because I was that kid at 15. Now I’m the kid at 34 writing his heart out about imaginary people having real love. Time is meaningless, love is forever.
It makes me a hopeless romantic, but I hope to get that first love feeling again. I’ll be happy as long as she reminds me to get off the computer and have some dinner at a reasonable hour.
Tonight’s topic is brought to you by the number 6 and the letter H. I’m deviating from the writing prompts of the Postaday2011 blog because it didn’t inspire me at all. Their topic is “The wackiest advice you’ve ever received.” I don’t really receive so much as offer the wacky advice. I can’t narrow down the wacky advice to just one time. I did get plenty of material from the movie Surrogates, hence my favorite genre.
I read and watch a lot of movies across many genres. Classics, science fiction, fantasy, thriller, suspense, humor; I like it all. The book or movie has to inspire me in some way for me to like it. I’ll watch even some of the worst drive-in classics as long as I get something out of it. Some movies I’ve liked only because I imagine how the movie should be written instead of how it was.
I liked Surrogates. I can’t tell you if it was a good movie, but it made me think of genres in general. It reminded me of my favorite type of fiction, horror.
Horror brings up different feelings and ideas in people and it’s not everybody’s favorite. I also don’t think it’s entirely a genre but a feeling or reaction to an idea thereby slipping into other genres. It can be blood and guts, it can be supernatural beasts or it can be the horror of everyday life ala Stephen King. I’m more of a fan of the mood and atmosphere of horror, the Poe style of horror.
I don’t read or watch horror to get scared. I’m more interested in the response of horror to the situation. The “My god, man! What have you done?” reaction that happens just before the scared part with the pulse racing.
Surrogates had an aspect of that as do all of the sci-fi cautionary tales. People invent something, mankind is changed for the better, the hero discovers it’s all a lie/mistake. It’s the “Soylent green is people” moment.
Well, so to speak. I can at least put some words together for some semblance of coherent thought. Enough of this drivel and I have a blog post. Yay.
Basically I say blocked because the creative juices are not flowing. I browsed the Web for some help and saw tons of writing prompts that I sweepingly dismissed as “dumb.” When the first thing that comes to mind with a writing prompt is a no answer, then I think the prompt is terrible. For example, “Write a made-up magic spell, including ingredients, chants, and actions. Now, turn it into a poem.” No. See? I got that one from Writer’s Digest. There’s one a little further down that interested me. I may try it in a bit to see what happens. This week’s is just poo. I’m prejudiced against poetry though. I was looking forward to doing it every week. I still have hope.
I’m not suffering from a lack of ideas. I give you this analogy; it’s like space. The outer kind of space. There’s tons of stuff floating around and all of it is just fascinating to me. Traveling from point A to point B requires planning and the vessel to make the trip. I have the plan, I have the vessel, I have too many destinations. With too many destinations I start to see space for what it is, infinite. In all directions. All at once. I try to wrap my head around that and I want to vomit.
I’ve loved space since I was a kid, yet it scares the hell out of me. Probably one of the dumbest phobias I have. At least clowns are tangible. Seriously, though. Drifting through forever? *shudder*
That digression is brought to you today by the word “focus.” I need it. Sitting down to write at a certain time every day has resulted in about 800 words of non-fiction and 0 words of fiction. My ADHD puppy brain gets distracted terribly easily. I am probably being too harsh on myself. It’s really only day two of this new schedule.