Here's a little-known fact about me: I meditate regularly. But I don't go all zen with it and Twister-cross my legs. I just like to take a little while to sit back, listen to some nice, slow instrumentals, and collect myself--even if it's just for ten minutes.
Well, after Travis went to bed, I decided to try out this new guided meditation CD I picked up. Guided meditation is basically just like those sounds of the rain forest CDs, except someone with a droning voice comes on, tells you to close you eyes, and takes you on an adventure to nowhere. (Hah. That probably sounds dirtier than I meant it to.)
So, I'm trying out this new "adventure to nowhere" and the voice tells me to walk down a path into a forest. It (I say it because those voices always sound so damn robotic, I can never say definitively which gender I'm dealing with [maybe they are robots...]) led me to a spring in the middle of a "lush, green rain forest."
All right! That sounds totally relaxing. But then it tells me to go swimming and enjoy the cool water, and leaves. And I'm alone, with nothing but this loud dripping water noise in my ears. (I've got awesome headphones.) And you know what happens when you leave a writer with an open scenario?
We fill in the rest.
Before GLaDOS (that's a Portal reference for all you non-nerds out there) got back, I'd been run up a tree by a crocodile.
My point?
I never take my writer hat off.
Not even when all I'm supposed to have on my mind is deep breathing.
My cat came home not long ago missing a patch of hair, so, naturally, I made up a whole long, weird story about the adventures she must have gone on while she was outside. (It included an epic fight to the death with a hawk.)
Everything gets a story.
If someone loses a pen, wall elves took it to use as building materials for an expansion on their mall. If a sock disappears from the dyer, it's been stolen by a race of aliens with chronically cold feet, who are tragically suffering from a sock shortage. If I see someone running on a sidewalk for mysterious reasons, they've just stolen a bottle of magical water that restores youth from a wandering band of witches. (Moral of the story? Don't run anywhere if I'm around--I will make up a random story about why you're doing so.)
Someone asked me once if it ever got on my nerves.
I don't see how it could! I love it! Instead of just saying "someone probably borrowed your pen and forgot to give it back," "the dryer eats socks--that's what it does," and "that person is probably late for something," I get to come up with never-ending list of fantastical reasons for the mundane things that happen around me. It really helps liven things up.
Y'know...it's really awesome being a writer. You can get away with stuff that would get other people thrown in a straitjacket.
Yep, it's the good life, all right.
Do you come up with a story for everything?
If so, have you got any you feel compelled to share?
HAPPY WRITING, LOVELIES!
Well, after Travis went to bed, I decided to try out this new guided meditation CD I picked up. Guided meditation is basically just like those sounds of the rain forest CDs, except someone with a droning voice comes on, tells you to close you eyes, and takes you on an adventure to nowhere. (Hah. That probably sounds dirtier than I meant it to.)
So, I'm trying out this new "adventure to nowhere" and the voice tells me to walk down a path into a forest. It (I say it because those voices always sound so damn robotic, I can never say definitively which gender I'm dealing with [maybe they are robots...]) led me to a spring in the middle of a "lush, green rain forest."
All right! That sounds totally relaxing. But then it tells me to go swimming and enjoy the cool water, and leaves. And I'm alone, with nothing but this loud dripping water noise in my ears. (I've got awesome headphones.) And you know what happens when you leave a writer with an open scenario?
We fill in the rest.
Before GLaDOS (that's a Portal reference for all you non-nerds out there) got back, I'd been run up a tree by a crocodile.
My point?
I never take my writer hat off.
Not even when all I'm supposed to have on my mind is deep breathing.
My cat came home not long ago missing a patch of hair, so, naturally, I made up a whole long, weird story about the adventures she must have gone on while she was outside. (It included an epic fight to the death with a hawk.)
Everything gets a story.
If someone loses a pen, wall elves took it to use as building materials for an expansion on their mall. If a sock disappears from the dyer, it's been stolen by a race of aliens with chronically cold feet, who are tragically suffering from a sock shortage. If I see someone running on a sidewalk for mysterious reasons, they've just stolen a bottle of magical water that restores youth from a wandering band of witches. (Moral of the story? Don't run anywhere if I'm around--I will make up a random story about why you're doing so.)
Someone asked me once if it ever got on my nerves.
I don't see how it could! I love it! Instead of just saying "someone probably borrowed your pen and forgot to give it back," "the dryer eats socks--that's what it does," and "that person is probably late for something," I get to come up with never-ending list of fantastical reasons for the mundane things that happen around me. It really helps liven things up.
Y'know...it's really awesome being a writer. You can get away with stuff that would get other people thrown in a straitjacket.
Yep, it's the good life, all right.
Do you come up with a story for everything?
If so, have you got any you feel compelled to share?
HAPPY WRITING, LOVELIES!
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