Process of a Writer
One thing I am always asked as a writer is how do you write? What is your process? To be honest, I don’t have one. I have tried to have a process but a PROCESS just does not work for me. I guess not having a process IS my process.
I’m one of these people that lives in chaos. Most artist are really, if you think about it. There is no logic to my thoughts, there is no pattern I can follow. It’s a flaw that you must all live with, I are simply complex.
I have always considered myself to be a simpleton. I like certain things and that suits me just fine, I’m in my own little geekdom and I’m good. Everything is normal in my world. Now an outside takes one looks and thinks WTF!!!
I need chaos, it’s the only way I can think straight. Here’s the twisted part though, to you it may look like chaos but to me, it’s perfectly normal. Take my bedroom as an example. I have things laid out, papers here and there, looks a mess right, but at least I KNEW where every single thing I needed or wanted was. My mom comes in and “cleans” my room and I freak out. I don’t know where anything is and I go into panic mode. I want to scream.
Yes I was like that as a teenager and having to share a room with my brother, yea, that didn’t help me much either. I’m still the same way today. My chaos looking area is my Zen, don’t mess with it or I will have to destroy you, this I will do.
Okay so far I have been proving my point, this was suppose to be about my PROCESS as a writer and here I am off topic. That is EXACTLY how it is with my writing. I have all these ideas in my head and they are swirling around in my skull like a tornado through a trailer park, it’s not a very pretty aftermath.
Just as a tornado will suck up new things and spits out old ones, that’s how my mind works. I spit out old ideas onto paper, thinking I’m cleaning out some of that clutter in my brain and WHAM, I just sucked up a house and everything in it. Now I have to make notes on the new things so I won’t forget them.
So as I sit in front of my screen, pounding away at the keys things can come out fast, the tornado causing some good damage as it zips along and then all of a sudden I stall, I can’t even make out the letters anymore. I look up and see a cow fly by, blink in wonderment as I see a second cow, only to be told that it’s the same cow being moved back. Are you saying WOW yet?
For this reason I ALWAYS have paper and pen close by. When my ideas stall it’s only a matter of time before the powers that be throw me back into a whirl wind and whatever thought I had before, I can kiss it bye-bye for a while because something new will pop in my head and I have to get that out next.
Okay, take a breath, I know it’s hard to keep up with my mind unless you are use to it and even if you ARE use to it, it’s still tiresome. Can you tell that my mind has stalled out twice while writing this? If not let me tell you it just happened again, that’s three. Come on, gotta admit that was funny.
Bottom line here, my mind jumps around and all I can do is make sure that my parachute is packed properly. I don’t want to end up like some coyote off a cliff, SPLAT!!! I will say this, one of my favorite movies is a movie called Alex & Emma. If you have not seen it then by all means rent it, heck buy it, its soooooo funny. Trust me you will watch that movie and go, so that’s what Max was taking about. It’s crazy, it’s wild, it’s how I work. Nothing is in order as it’s being written. When it’s on paper it gets changed, changed, and then changed some more.
Hope this was helpful as to my process or if nothing else, put a huge smile on your face as you scratch your head and go HUH?? Comments please, I beg of you, okay I’m asking nicely at least.