Aspects Of Dreaming

I don’t overly concern myself with whether or not we dream in color.  Frankly, when I have a disturbing dream, my focus is not on the tint.

Today I completed a poem that describes a (portion of a) dream/nightmare I had last night.

Describing dreams is like attempting to capture smoke with gardening gloves on.  You’re constantly convinced that if you could just take off the gloves – victory!  Your own dreams haunt you best, because they are yours.  If you describe your nightmare as Mickey Mouse chasing you I would assume that you’re Goofy.

Further, I posit that when you dream of people you know, you often dream of a percentage of them.  In my case, my wife appeared before me, yet the visceral and emotional effect on my mind was that she was only about 80% my wife – the other 20% being unrecognizable (and scary).  Later I recognized others in varying degrees of recognizability [CAUTION: MADE-UP-WORD].

I’m not interested in what dreams “mean” because I have settled into the comfortable belief that dreams are your brains way of shaking five Yahtzee dice in a cup while murmuring, “Thank GOD he’s finally asleep so we can play!”  Still, the front end of this dream shook me, and I wanted my poem to shake you too.  I hope it does.  Mmwa-ha-ha-hah-HA!

~TH~

The Hidden Message, A Writer In The Wild

The hidden message

yes he is

He did spend some contemplative time between the lines.  I did not disturb him.

covert photo of a writer in the wild.  Don't spook him!

covert photo of a writer in the wild. Don’t spook him!

Looks like my scanner is killing itself.  Grrrrr….  ~TH~

Write On And On And On

Paper.  Pen.  Idea.

We’ve all done it, thrown ourselves full throttle into a new interest, hobby or business venture.  Many folks even dive in financially, buying up all the fancy and “necessary” tools of the trade before the work has begun.  Then, 30 days later, poof.  The muse has exited, the shine is off, and we’re left with only a mirror reminding us that we failed.  What a dreadful way to treat ourselves!

Homemade Cat Toy

Homemade Cat Toy

One of the reasons that I refuse to stop writing (aside from the fact that I adore the process) is that the tools are always at my disposal.  Paper.  Pen.  Idea.  From there you can move into critiquing, editing, proofreading, heck even crumpling it up into a fun cat toy and tossing it in the trash when puss is through playing with it.

I suppose the roughest part of being a writer is the fact that you have to be somewhat introspective.  It’s a difficult thing to look at yourself objectively and then expect to grow something original out of those observations.  Yet many wonderful authors will tell you that those very insecurities may propel you into your next story!  We can rely on the fact that every person on the planet has insecurities, which means that you really do have a relatable story to tell.

Stein On WritingStop beating yourself up.  There are some great blogs and websites to help you push that stone up the mountain.  There are wonderful prompts and writing exercises to help you prime the creative pump.  Write a poem even though you’re not a poet.  Journal.  Go to the library and check out this wonderful book.

And if you really have to, go buy yourself a new pen and some new paper.  Then drain that ink and fill those pages!  ~TH~

The brave, fragile type

I’m so fragile.  You are too.  Don’t deny it.  We’re strong for other’s, but weak for ourselves.  And it’s all in our heads.

Damn that voice, that egocentric voice!  It’s why writing or any other creative pursuit is hard.  When people see it they say “I could do that”, but they rarely do.  If they get the nerve to try it they’re unimpressed with the results; and they say “Wow, that’s harder than it looks!”.  Unless they’re lying to themselves.  Which is what we do as writers.  We lie to ourselves every day.

We say “This is easy, I have a million ideas!”.  The issue is that we need to get one good idea down on paper, not a million.  So we do the only thing a sane person can (no, not quit).  We break down like a faulty machine part.  We let the entire machine go quiet until we can replace the bad part in our head, and then we kick start the machine and get it chugging again.

fragile

This little book may help you keep the machine running.  Writing Down The Bones by Natalie Goldberg.  My copy is 4.5 x 3 inches, a tiny book.  I use it.  I flip it open and read one little chapter (after all, it is a little book).  It helps me- it might help you too.

It’s a crazy world, the writer’s head.  Just get that one good idea down; then another, then another…  Meet me at the asylum, I’ll be the one in the corner, mumbling…  ~TH~