Cliche, but yeah, lightbulb: idea. Idea(s). Starts with one, then grows and develops.
But I don’t want to think about it too much.
I don’t think at all, in fact.
I just write.
The beautiful thing about blogging is that it helps me to get out all of my frustrations and chaotic thoughts, so that when I sit down and work on my new book, I am unencumbered by outside forces.
It’s so easy to be distracted. There are so many on a daily basis. Right now, I’m writing, thinking about my book, watching the 3rd season of Glee, and trying to remember what I need to do to finish planning the summer course I’ll be teaching in a few weeks. Oh, and I’m hungry. What should I have for breakfast? Maybe I’ll have eggs. Or cereal. Or a super healthy fruit smoothie. Or air. Air is not too caloric. And it’s free. And…what was I talking about?
So I use this blog as a place to vomit up words and regurgitate emotions without thinking too hard.
My writing process is something resembling projectile splatter-paint. I sit down and, using my computer as my blank canvas, and I shoot letters and words through the tips of my fingers like rockets and watch as, little by little, they fill in the white space. I don’t edit to much. Even on here. I just let it flow, mistakes and misspellings because I am imperfect. Sometimes what comes out makes very little sense. Sometimes it’s brilliant. Sometimes it’s mediocre. Whatever happens, it’s usually always workable.
Writing is a process of discovery. I’ve said it before, ad naseum, and I’ll say it again because it’s the one truth, the one common denominator of every writer. Most of the time, all I need to figure out a scene, or a chapter, or a character, or even a blog post, is to vomit up words and hope for the best.