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Write, Type, Speak It Down


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“Write it down, type it down, speak into your phone, just get it down. Ideas won’t stay in your head forever.”-Me

We like to trust our memories because we think of them as steel traps and a sign of youthfulness. And it’s true that some people are far better at remembering things than others. But it’s good for us as writers or creative persons to put our concepts and ideas into some physical form.

Short term memory only has so much space before it eventually dumps the input to make room for new information. Long term memory is great, but I’m not sure that a spontaneous idea is going to get placed there unless you run it over in your head repeatedly to commit it. Even then, the more you run through it, the more it’s changing, shifting, and parts could end up missing by the time you believe you’re ready to address them. Think of recalling a dream. When you retell it to someone, no matter how vivid it may be in your mind, it’s never a whole recreation. So why would you expect your ideas to remain whole after you let them sit in your mind?

I know, sometimes there just doesn’t seem to be a chance in the hustle and bustle of jobs or simply inopportune times the ideas spring up. Not only does technology make things easier, having traditional standbys work just as well.
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Writing Dare: Quiver of Arrows

I found a quiver of arrows in the forest. What the hell? It’s 2015.
I never learned archery, perhaps this was a sign from the fates to start. I stowed them in my messenger bag and searched around for any clues to the previous owner. Nothing.
I continued walking oblivious that someone was watching me. Discovering a clearing, I placed a blanket down next to a stream and started reading. Several pages in, I heard someone emerge from behind the trees.
“You have something that belongs to me.”
I handed them over, what an unusual way to make friends.

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Writing Dare: Many Were Called

Doing things a little different this time 🙂

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© Image courtesy of L.A. Lanier’s Instagram (thesquibbler)

The last line kind of loses it for me, but it was still fun and not sure how else I’d rather phrase it. Maybe one day I’ll rewrite it. But until then. Enjoy!

Story Bandit: We dare you to write a 49-word poem using the following words: scribblers, hurting, thunder, audiophiles.

Ten Word Journal-ing (8)

Creativity coyly seduces reason inside my brain keeping me complete.

People knew dentists would know the truth,
but lied anyway.

Valentine’s Day pizza,
had enough for two,
went home,
puked.

Some turn to poetry for ease,
but discover it challenging.

Poet who doesn’t know it,
needs more than rhyming mastery.

Poetry, unique as fingerprints or as common as brown eyes.

So be it.
The thoughts summoned whenever distance is imposed.

Water trickling in from neighboring walls,
pooling,
an unwelcome surprise.

Trust and compassion gradually replaced with dissociation and minimal communication.

Electric flash,
Thunderous roaring proceeded.
Goodbye tree, I am sorry.

Winter Wonder

Winter wonder* comes
The southerner admires its glimmer
Frosted ground becoming
A twinkle harbinger of tranquility

*To see the poem with a pretty background I made, click the link 😉