In the past two months, I’ve written 24K words in a document of brainstorming where, in theory, I test run ideas. Most days, it feels like I’m simply typing, keeping my fingers going. Hello, there, fingertips. Weird and boring and random things show up there, but I don’t go back to erase. I don’t care if I repeat. I let myself daydream. I look up bits of research and drop them in so they’re somewhere, not really refindable, but still there. I invoke Tennessee Williams with his “Loss, loss, loss” line about the ticking of the clock when he was not doing his art, like I’m reminding myself of an inside joke where I don’t have to explain anything to myself because we understand.
The document has messy honesty and purity that I relish–my own, personal mind tide. If you’re brainstorming, too, I encourage you to try your own version of such a document.
On a more coherent note, I learned from a friend recently that one of my blog posts mattered to her. She mentioned that she hadn’t been able to comment on it, and when my tech guy looked into that, we learned that my comment system had been effectively closed for, oh, about a year.
I had to laugh. Life and technology are just curious sometimes.