Reading, Writing, No Arithmetic

Can’t there be a way to wire my brain into Word so I wouldn’t have to sit and type?

I’ve been writing for a long time. That being said, making effective use of my available spare time isn’t my strong suit. A lot of times, I feel like I’m too tired to properly articulate my thoughts, or that there’s a giant jumble of words that refuse to resolve into something more concrete. I’m not a formula writer, and most of the time, I’m not a pre-plotter; there are certain plot points that make themselves known, but the road connecting the points is a mystery. That’s what makes me who I am as a writer: those unknown spaces that suddenly connect by a stray sentence or paragraph, making everything a giant circle of “well, duh! why didn’t I think of that before? I really must be stupid today!”

However, again, there are just those days when the words refuse to come. All too often lately, those days outnumber the days when I can think clearly enough to bring life to the images dancing around my head.

When I go on vacation in a week, it’s my intention to take Englebert and Ernie (my laptop and flash drive) with me and force myself to write rather than watching History International and Nicktoons for the duration. It might make me crazy, but there’s no excuse for laziness on my part when I don’t have to be up at the ass-crack of dawn to go to work.

(I should also buy a bag of Jelly Bellys while I’m away. They seem to help with the random channeling of verbosity.)