Trickles of consciousness.

It’s 10:55 and a bit. I can only assume it’s going to hit 56 minutes any second, because every time I’ve looked at the clock it’s been 55 past. Decided to have a nice little five minute type-whatever-comes-into-my-head-athon, perhaps as a way to give myself permission to go to sleep. I’ve found it hard to walk away from creating the past few nights. This is obviously a good thing, but I don’t want to end up in weirdo vampire staying up all night territory.

I have been thinking that having a focus, like my breast reduction, gives me the opportunity to lose myself for short spurts of time. I guess it’s not really losing myself; it’s more like an intense focusing inwards and just watching the words as they appear on the screen. I would like a random batch of words or ideas to focus on. Words, probably. I used to go to a site called One Word. Every day was a different word, and you have thirty seconds to write about it. That’s what I need here. A constant source of words.

I don’t want to have to pick them at the minute. No matter how ‘random’ I think my topic selection would be, the mere fact that I had picked it would indicate something else was going on. This isn’t a bad thing, but I would like to be surprised by what I saw on the screen. The psychodynamic elements of my counselling training sort of spoil it for me – because I think that whatever the word, how unexpected the sentences, they would be messages of things that were just boiling away in my brain. The things I write are just the bubbles coming to the surface and popping. The heat is still on, deep inside.

One minute left. Feel free to leave a word or two, if you like.

Tags: creativity, flair, inspiration, Theory, therapy, writing