I was thinking of the song “Walk like an Egyptian” last night while creating a blog post, but with the words “Think like a writer!” It seems to be all I do lately. It doesn’t matter what I am doing or thinking, it always feels like one big narration of someone’s life being told in my head. I am constantly thinking like a writer. I actually narrated my entire shower Sunday morning, then blogged about it as a comment on another writers Blog. It went something like this…
She sat silent and comfortably in the shower. The water washed over her toes like raindrops falling from a heated sky. The steam rose from the bottom of the shower floor, keeping her warm and calm. She had turned on the bathroom fan to drown out surrounding noises, but it didn’t stop the sounds of the screams from the room beside her from disrupting her utopia. Their father was sleeping in the room on the other side of the bathroom, surely he would hear the irritating bickering which had started despite the early hours of the morning. Surely he would take care of it without forcing her to end her solace.
The screams and whining continued.
And then it happened.
The voice thundered through the wall into her haven of relaxation. Discipline was at last being handed out. And then there was silence. Happily she closed her eyes and returned to her fantasy world, all the while thinking up this very story. It was apparent, she was a writer, and their was nothing she could do to stop it!
I think I’ve seriously crossed over to the Dark Side (I’m really hoping they have cookies!) It feels as though I am unable to go to the bathroom without thinking,
“She sat down slowly upon her porcelain thrown. She’d had to pee for hours now, but as she had spent the entire morning blogging and jotting down ideas for her new novel, she had put it off.”
This is what is like inside my mind. Granted I may not actually narrate my bathroom visits, but my mind is ALWAYS moving. My husband, and DEAR wonderful creator of this website, has asked me to stop obsessing so much, but unfortunately he has made an unfulfillable request. That would be like me asking him not to think about web coding and video games (and dare I say….no…you already know what men think about besides work and video games) I am incapable of stopping my mind from moving.
I’m not sure if this is the same for all writers, but this is how it is for me since I began writing that first paragraph of the (Eventually) famous ‘The Guardian’. And now I have an entirely different idea. I’ve written the prologue and am in the process of creating a new world! Good luck distracting me!!!