Just then I was sitting on my dads balcony, reading Vagabond (love it love it love it) and as usual my mind starts running wild with thoughts, dreams, wishes, questions..I believe it's called inspiration..
But now, in front of the computer, it's nowhere to be found..not the good words anyway, the words that where present only a few moments ago..where do they go? Does stage fright somehow apply to words? Was it something I did or didn't do?
If I could carry my laptop with me anywhere than maybe the words won't so easily dissapear..(technically I could carry my laptop everywhere, but it's just too much..I'm a little person, I need small things..)
I've started carrying a little note book (the old fassion one of paper, not an apple notebook)
with the hope that writing down thoughts as the decide to pop up would help. To a certain degree it does, it's just that the really good words still go missing..looking at my notes a few hours later, the magic is not there..it's out there somewhere, but it's nowhere on that piece of paper.
Solution? (without puchasing a very small apple notebook, and glasses to be able to read my own words on that very small apple botebook)
Practise..put the magical words on paper, not the fill in words..keep it short but informative..a few hours or even a day later I still have to be able to see the thoughts that are hidden behind those few key words
Seem easy? Yeah well it's not
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