Writing is an activity that stimulates our brain to form sentences out of language. Our language dictates what types of written sentences are formed which determine how a person writes. Everyone has a process of writing. We utilize outlines, notes, blank pages, topics, and other means to create a written work. I believe words are the way to communicate to each other. We use them even with other countries when we don’t understand the spoken language. A writing process should be orderly right? Wrong. I don’t like the idea of living with the order. The structure might be needed, but the order will bore.
Prewriting stage
I like my writing stage about as chaotic as my life. ( Not really.) My favorite way to write is with background noise and a blank page. I have a hard time planning out my stories because my ideas just kind of flood my brain. My way is to start the story out, and then flip around until I figure out the start, middle, and end. After this, I start my chattering sequence which makes filler spots possible. Outlines feel more like a restriction to me than a guidance. I read an outline J.K Rowling had on a piece of paper and makes me shudder. I tend to like my complications in a story, but I want them to flow. Maybe, I should really get into making an outline sometimes for a story. ( It might add some more depth to my story.)
Chaos of writing
Writing is never simple. I wish it was. When I write essays for a class my first instinct is to form an outline. However, the outline takes time, and by the time I need to write it…it’s too late. Let’s just say I’d rather throw out words on a blank page for an essay and push it with all my might. I have the same ability with any creative writing processes. My poems tend to flow out without much push from me, and the same with my stories. It could be a gift, but I call it a curse. I can’t work with outlines which means I need to remember everything for the story. This makes me a huge airhead outside of the writing world. Funny story; I wrote a small erotica piece in one hour that was almost perfection. It scared me really.
Why be orderly?
I believe the order is needed. Order in paperwork, money and supplies may be needed but I don’t think we should make our words orderly. I preach the freedom of words! We should be free to say what we want, and write what we feel!
Now that I have covered orderliness, how about that blank page we never read?
Blank, Blank , Blank
Revolver clicking empty,
I can’t scream,
Silence like a church,
Tripping on the puffs,
Staring at clouds,
I hear it,
Blank , Blank, Blank
His revolver clicking empty,
I see red like flames,
Shaking with fear,
Tripping on the swirls,
Staring at the ceiling,
I see it,
Blank Blank, Blank,
Revolver clicking in rhythm,
Sirens like angels,
I can’t stand,
Tripping on my salt water tears,
Staring at the ocean,
I can’t hear it,
Silence like a church,
Darkness like a villian,
My heartstrings struck,
By an invisible man holding a revolver.
The poem is my little piece for a blank page. I was just gonna leave it blank, but hey why not have some fun with it. Thank you for reading.
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