It’s Friday everyone!!! Yay!
This Friday, I am introducing a new series on the blog!
I loooooved my creative writing class in high school. We got to write stories and read and do little exercises to get our pen working and moving along with our brain. One of those exercises was to free write, where we had 5 minutes and we just had to write a stream of conscious thought. Our pens had to keep moving the whole time, not really thinking about what we were going to say next. It just came out as we were writing, and I loved it! It’s just amazing the way our minds can process and lead you down a trail you didn’t even know was on your mind!
On Monday, I kind of ended up doing that by accident, and then I realized that I wanted to do it again. And THEN I thought, well, I could make it a series! And it means one less day of a planned blog post, which is a good thing!
So right now I’m looking at that picture above these words – a blank page – and there are few things as exciting as a blank page. In journals or in sketch books, I LOVE new, blank books waiting to be filled. It’s odd though, I start writing and I fill these books, but I HATE finishing them. I can’t tell you how many journals I have where I pretty much stop writing with 20 pages to go. It’s like I just always want to be able to go back and finish the story later. Much later. For example, I have journals that I started in 6th grade with a few pages unfinished. I guess, I’ve always thought if someone only found one journal, and that was it, they’d never know what happened to those people. I know, I must be really weird. Like I’m afraid to give it an ending or to call it finished. But it’s true, most of the time I start a new journal before my last one is finished. And sketch books too! Although, that’s a little different since it’s not my thoughts and opinions and feelings. There is something so freeing about using a pen or pencil and putting it on paper – I love it. You could probably consider me a doodler. If I have pen and scrap paper, I could entertain myself for hours probably. I’ll soon find myself writing complete nonsense or song lyrics or random words – it’s kind of therapeutic for me to write and watch things unfold. Not simply the transference of what’s in my head to paper, but the physical expression of writing. Lines showing where the pen tip once was and where it moved to. Sometimes I seem to enjoy the act of physically writing more than I care about what I’m writing. Not that I don’t care about what I’m writing of course. But it’s almost mesmerizing to watch the pen, like us, leaving marks and impressions where it goes and watching how it journeyed, how it came to be where it is. Does that make any sense at all? Now I’m wondering if I sound like a total loon. Oh well. Maybe this series isn’t such a good idea after all! Thoughts everyone?