Not much time for blogging this morning. Too, too much to do...but the oddest thing happened right when I woke up.
I often have strange and vivid dreams--whole stories playing out in my head as I sleep...but I only rarely play off those stories in my head (when I can remember them, that is) in my writing...it has to be something that I think would be a scathingly brilliant idea, for me to do that.
I seldom make notes--partly I'm lazy, and partly arthritic, but mostly though, I find notetaking a real drag when writing--unlike what every other English professor says, I've only rarely found it actually useful...except, that I've always been a wee absent-minded...okay, I have a religious memory...it's very holey. So, sometimes I don't have a choice, I HAVE to take notes, or else...if I get an idea before bedtime, or in the middle of the night--or just now when I've woken from an odd dream...I will decide to jot a few notes to jar my memory later on.
Thing is, out of the blue, without me ever thinking about it, I got the idea for a play--or skit-or television script...tho' the latter is highly unlikely. I've seen a few televison scripts, and have written broadcast news style scripts for a broadcasting class specifically geared, mostly, to writing television and radio news scripts--tho, I also did a few PSA's and a radio play. But, having had practically no experience with television script writing, I don't think I'll go there...leave that to people who actually know what the hell they're doing.
Anyway, I had this dream--and the dream wasn't so much about what I'm going to write...but I got the title of the...whatever it will be, out of the dream....I know that sounds odd, I think it sounds odd, but...there ya' go. It just leaped out of me when I woke up, thinking, "Wow, that would make a great title for something...two great character names."
Yes, all I have is the names--and a general idea about these two very different characters...of course I'll have to add at least one or two more characters, to change the dynamics sometimes and give my plot some room to expand. But, essentially, it will be about these to people...sort of a modern day Odd Couple. The title that appeared in my dream, I decided...practically from the second I woke up, would be the character's names (well, their nicknames), "Cheeze and Mabs." I know, I know, sounds silly...and it probably is. but...NO ONE is ever going to read this, so...who cares? This little project will just be for me, and me alone. For once I'm keeping something all to myself...and going to have fun with it, I think...let it ferment and develop as I go....I'd never make a professional writer--mainly 'cos I'm more of a 'write-as-you-go' kind of writer...I don't spend days or weeks or months thinking of plot twists...I mean, I think about it sometimes--it's not always spontainious--sometimes I do indeed spend days or weeks thinking about one particular part of a plot or story...but, really? I just love to sit down and...start writing, whatever leaps into my head and on to the page.
It's a terrible way to write. No really, I should think about plot twists and possibilites and character development...but I find that really a bit of a bore...the more I dither over the specifics about a story, the more plodding it becomes, I believe. I lost the excitment, the flow, the gears in my head bog down with too many what-if's or maybe's. It goes against everything, every single writing teacher has ever taught me.
I think it's a bit like when I'm writing some mushy pastoral transcendentalish stuff, about being outside and in nature...I write my impressions, my memories, right off the cuff, a reach inside myself and pull out my reactions as I'm remembering them and/or feeling them, right then and there. If I've just read something inspiring or hear some cool music, I just delve inside and pull out whatever floats to the surface. But...still struggle with the really deep, dark stuff. I feel like my fictional and play writing is a bit shallow and raw...I am all too aware that I'll never be a fiction writer--or an actual playwright--I'm not that daft. I'm an average feature writer, maybe a decent essayist...nothing more. And, that's okay. Doesn't mean I can't have fun with it, anyway, as a hobby, something to do.
I started reading a few pages of The Writer's Tale--towards the back of the book, but when I realized how much Davies' discusses his own writing processes, decided it wasn't a good idea to continue--oh, I will...in fact, I can't wait to read it all the way through--it's a very exciting and fascinating read--I'm quite excited to have the privledge to read it--but I've decided to save it for when I really need to be occupied..say when I've got some serious down-time...which may be in the offing, if things go as they have been, these last few years...also though, I'm putting it aside for a short while, because I'm in the middle of writing several things at the moment, and one thing I never-ever do, is allow someone else's writing to influence me....I'm funny like that. I dont' want to write like anyone else, I want to write like ME. I was told, about a half a dozen years back, that I had a very unique "voice" in my writing--which is constantly evolving and changing, in my opinion--and I have that, probably because I don't try to imitate anyone, or let anyone writer influence me overmuch, and never-ever read writer's self-help books, unless for technical assistance (grammar, structure, etc.).
Well, off to work in 25 minutes...have a lovely day all...won't be online much until rather late on Sunday...wish me luck milking the cows, ha-ha.