Seriously, let’s talk Writers Block. No, I really should call it “developing my creativity”. The last post in this blog was a year ago, because the more time goes by the more I tell myself the worse it is because the longer I waited so why not wait longer to develop myself more creatively because I’m developing my brain in some sort of creative boot camp. A friend in college referred to my insane way of thinking and writing as my “stream of consciousness” writing and thinking. Nowadays, experts call this ADD. No matter what it’s called, the way my brain operates is far from the norm.
I have flickers of inspiration throughout the day. everyday In the car. In traffic. As I fall asleep. In the bathroom (don’t even try to deny that if you have family of any sort, this becomes a hiding place for your thoughts). I have even written entire stories in my head as I have fallen asleep and I kick myself to this very day I didn’t harness my Jerry Mcquire moment and write them down in spastic Tom Cruise fashion. I try to jot down my thoughts on my ‘note pad in my phone’, or on the beautiful collection of sticky notes I have amassed throughout the years, and alas, through social media. My tweets, Facebook posts and instagram revelations have been in part, the surge of my creativity. My English Professors are going to cringe in horror at this next statment. I told myself that this past year of twittering to the world was suffiiently filling the “Write for at least 2 hours a day To Do item” that would pop on on my reminders every. single . morning. Oh, it gets better. This “to do item” , changed throughout the year. It changed to “OMG LAURIE WILL YOU WRITE” to “HEY YOU< WRITE OR DIE PLAYAH” to several other, eye catching blurbs that I inevitably would hit “snooze” or “re-remind” or whatever other fantastic button Steve Jobs allows us to organize and reorganize our life through apps & such.
Another piece of advice that one of my dearest friends have giving me about writing is, “KEEP IT SIMPLE LJ. People Be busy. ” I’m long winded. If you have ever received a text from me, I’m sure you have rolled your eyes and sighed deeply as you pulled your reading glasses out of the drawer… or maybe you jumped for joy because you got a free novel text-ed to you and counted it as “escape to the bathroom to read” time. I love to write. SO alas, I haven’t written in my blog this last year, many of you have been recipients of long long emails bordering on the line of Freudian in nature, ridiculous texts that were so long they vibrated your phone off the dash board in your car, or my occasional hand-written letter that was so illegible you asked your Doctor if 1) he/she could translate and 2) Should she be tested?
This blog is like the ridiculous sweater I bought at Anthropologie a few years ago. It was on sale and the sales lady told me "it looks awesome on you." It's the most bizarre sweater, and whether it looked good on me or not, is highly debatable. Like these blogs, I look at them at say "Yeesh, what was I thinking,," or laugh or bath in their cathartic qualities. The sweater stays for the same reasons.