Throughout the year I have tried to remain focused. To write to an audience – even to write specifically to an intended audience. Constantly testing and reviewing to make sure I go along with at least the most basic of principles …
It’s not worked for me … I am a complete failure at writing to system – to process. If I leave another I have written to look back on I find it terribly painstakingly laborious. It’s like listening to an song and tweaking a line here – a beat there – then deciding that the melody must be changed completely. What is left is the same original hot idea, just with a few bits of cold well-thought out bits hanging off of it.
Then I find that the day has passed … I have achieved nothing but deep navel gazing upon these little shapes that appear curiously in a line from left to right. These little shapes couldn’t care less where they are placed and will happily and phonetically flip around as much as I relentlessly try to catch them. In the end, they seem to win and settle down inked in paper or quantumly quit their existence in some backwash of my hard drive, only to be visited occasionally by a search in which they have no interest in.
Notes – I love notes… The are loosely shaped toys on the page that can be played with, put together in different ways, make new ideas, … they are fun. I have loads of notes … they are written all over the place. Some organised … mostly not … Some ending their life I am sure years ago in China, on the backs of envelopes and pieces of paper rejected by any clearing up process that I have ever committed them to. Now I assume they are cremated more locally, strangely so fragile, even when representing the most eternal of concepts…
Right…
I’ve had enough…
I must pander to my terrible ‘writedness’ and let go of these little shapes. I have no interest in them after all and they have become quite boring after many decades of pushing them around. I must let them be…
Now where I do get excited, where I love to go, is in the concepts that these little shapes try too late to encapsulate. It is in the ideas that are produced and not the fashion show of the characters that represent them.
So I let go…
I’ll go back and pander to the concepts and ideas that amuse me. That come out much faster than I can ever catch them. At least if I surf along the production of these ideas and just them fall then I can produce much more.
The problem is of course is how they look when they have fallen, haphazardly on the page. Do they represent the original ideas … and how will they look in sober and sensible ‘product descriptions’, ‘blog posts’, or even ‘information products’ …
Let’s find out … What have I got to lose … a house? …