I’m desperate to finish today’s blog post so I can play some Peggle Nights but it’s proving a difficult one today. I’ve had a pretty uneventful week so far and I’ve been so busy at work I haven’t had much chance to get to the shops at lunchtime, so that’s half my material gone right there.
Now I’m not a writer, so this isn’t writers block, but my mind is totally empty of thoughts right now. I’m not even sure how these words are being formulated because it sure as hell isn’t me behind the wheel. I’ve been thinking about what to write all day but I’ve been so busy at work the day has just run away itself (with me tied up in the boot)
Seriously, this is just weird now. I’m just typing without any prior thought, this is just coming out automatically and I don’t even know where the next sentence is coming from. Oh. Oh damn. I just thought of something. I just had a conscious thought. Well that’s this blog ruined. I wanted to go the whole way just typing from my subconscious.
The thought was oh, forget it, I’m back. This is a runaway mine-cart of a blog post. Even I don’t know where track’s going to go. How is this even possible? I’m clearly not controlling this, but I thought I was the one in control of my brain, and now I find out that the brain is the brains behind this outfit.
Oh, a slight lull. I think I must’ve looked up at the TV for a second and it threw me off-balance. Although really it was my brain that was thrown off. I’ve always been the back seat of today’s entry, but glancing up at the tv made me grab the wheel as the brain was the otherwise occupied watching the England match (it’s 1-1 btw)
Another lull. Going back to sort out spelling mistakes is slowing down the pace somewhat and making me think about things when I started this whole thing without a single thought. Ok, ok, I can take more control over this thing now. But would you look at that, the moment I stop writing to think, I’m unable to restart again. I’m much better when the brain is detached. I’m still staggered than anything is coming out of here at all. What is this that’s coming out of my brain right now?
Who’s controlling it. I’m not thinking about it, and the 453 words I’ve written so far weren’t pre-written, or even thought of. How? Why? Where? How? Slowing down when you’re writing like this is a killer. I wonder how long I could go on for though?
I might try to write a novel in this style. I wonder if I’d even be able to write a chapter? Or even remember any of the characters names? Maybe I wouldn’t. But then, I wouldn’t have thought about the names beforehand, so they might only come up the once, and then that’s it. Or maybe my mind will just recall that name and bring them back into the fray without any warning?
Wow. That seems like quite an exciting idea actually. But I guess the temptation would be to go back and edit like a madman. To change how characters are, and almost certainly change the dialogue (even if there is any) I might try that one day.
I’m signing off now. I’ve written today’s blog post without thinking about it, and strangely, I’m quite proud. I won’t make any edits, and I may not even re-read it. I’ll save it as a snapshot of my brain today. So really this post is dedicated to the little guy; my brain.
Goodbye.
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