The Writing Club

Typically once falling asleep in bed at night great thoughts enter the mind, long stringed and important sentences trip over each another to obtain attention at the front of the brain aboard all the brilliant findings, results, meanings that speak volumes and hard hit phrases that are just the ticket to open the door to success. The last thought in the brain before sleep overrides this brilliant futurity activity is, “must use that tomorrow”.

The next day as you stumble out of bed to clean the teeth with little enthusiasm and to sit staring fatuously at a pot of hot water (the coffee machine that you had forgotten to put the coffee in yet again) these thoughts are still asleep. They are heaped-up and well obscured in another disorderly and nonsensical reasoning’s and justifications –Double Dutch without subtitles or translation.

In fact, as you opt for a cup-of tea (seeing as how the coffee machine does the water) and you stub you toe on the stool that was in the way, perfectly no prose, ideas or means to come forward spring into the mind. It can even as be aforesaid that after switch on the computer and after having shot down twenty ballistic capsule and been consumed up by a green alien sort of thingy, that not even as a title or starting sentence seems worthy of being abroach into the keyboard.

It can with reason be aforesaid that the whole day has been spent in wholly useless fashion. Staring out of the window at the idyllic setting only does lying on the bed seem really attractive: the walk to the corner shop to clean the head only brings anger over the prices these shops charge and the afternoon nap has now blotted out or obscured all that mightiness have been dreamt up that morning - in short the head remains an empty void and a bottomless pit with no foundation..

There are two major periods of fantastic prose assembly and excusable award-winning script construction. Had the results or product of these two periods of mind-boggling activity just been recorded for posterity things would-be be really different. Even as if they had been written on the back of a cereal box, on toilet paper or even as determined into a tape recorder (right over your friend’s favorite tape) these reams of cohesive psychological feature and collective convictions would-be have been the beginning, the middle and the end of galore an article, essay, poem, writing or story. They would-be have been the justification, the vindication and the rationalization; the crux, the core, and the essence; the plot, the plot line and the scenario; the speech to end all speeches, the thesis to bring in the top marks and the book that would-be sell much than any Harry Potter novel ever has.

Strangely enough the mind-boggling prose that springs out during these two periods in most writers’ lives is not often engraved or embedded onto several scrap of paper or recorded for eternity on a Tape machine – results that have been used the next day that is. In the 1st situation the thinker and brilliant script writer has unluckily fallen asleep before the thoughts of the night could be transferred from brain to paper. And in the second case the new author and Alfred bernhard nobel Lauriat is blind drunk, so blind drunk and out of his tree that writing or talking is not actually a feasible possibility – even as although it seems like a nice idea at the time.

Many forward thinking and desperate strugglers go to extremes to capture and to retain these mind-boggling and superb strings. Several fall asleep with Dictaphones switched on next to them so that they may talk out their thoughts before drifting off – sadly they typically replay to sounds of excessive grunts and snores that shock to the core. Another much desperate souls actually manage to struggle out of bed to write on the back of a cereal box, over their mum’s favorite formula for peanut cookies or on several another scrap of paper.

The next morning, the ones that managed to write their thoughts down do have several success in thinking up new ideas, but only due to having had a nice night’s sleep. Safe and sound in the cognition that their fantastic thoughts had been recorded they fall asleep like babies, knowing that the morning wish bring brilliance to light. Sadly, once waking up it is either found that ‘little brother’ has used that little scrap of toilet paper for what it was meant for or much normally that the words that have been written do perfectly no sense what-so-ever. All of these pre-sleep thoughts that had been recorded look like the ramblings of an Egyptian Monk overdosed on Battery Acid.

The drunk who manages to write thing down is not a common occurrence. Normally at the point of aiming the pencil towards the paper at the start of what wish be a drawn-out diction and thus the consequent lowering of the accumulated build-up in the brain, the pencil snaps. But drunkards surely prefer to hear their own voices. One of their favorite methods of attempting to record such galvanic thoughts and ideas is to lean over to the next drunk and to recite in a loud voice all that they have accumulated inside their heads. Having up all out and after having warned the fellow drunk not to forget what he has been told they normally fall asleep, safe and sound in the cognition that in the morning their friend wish give back what they had received.

It ne'er works! The average drunk ne'er can remember with whom he entrusted his precious thoughts. Over a brew the next evening it may come to light that one man remembers being entrusted with several important information, but for the life of him he cannot remember what the actual information is These two persons may even as get together that evening but – it ne'er comes back again.

There it is. Two occasions of superb idea formation and collation yet ne'er do they seem to bear fruit once it matters most! In fact whilst sitting at the computer, keen and willing to progress further than the blank page, the brain fails miserably.

Welcome to the club!

About The Author

Author and Webmaster of Seamania (http://www.seadolby.com). As a Chief Engineer in the Merchandiser Navy he has sailed the earth for fifteen years. Now living in Taiwan he writes just about cultures across the globe and life as he sees it.
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This article was announce on Gregorian calendar month 23, 2004