The Voices Made Me Write It!

I often refer to the internal monologs that breach my consciousness during random hours of the day (or night) as "The voices in my head". I consider this label a term of endearment rather than a mockery. The presence or absence of these "voices" often determines the flow and extent of my writing. Simply put: my writing style follows the course of least resistance. If the ideas manage to work their way in to words, then they were meant to be. For me, forcing words onto the page against their will constitutes an abomination akin to texting while driving.

I am fully cognisent of the reality that this style of writing is not for everybody; many writers find that this loose method leads to far too many dead ends. Those who embrace organization and efficiency in their writing have my awe, my respect and my applause. I simply cannot write that way because that is not how my mind works. The inner workings of my brain are chaotic at best, and I frequently struggle to snatch at my words before they fade back into the folds of subconsious thought. A friend of mine once described my style as "Zen-like". The words exist of their own accord and I am merely the vessel through which they choose to manifest themselves. I consider it an honor and a privilage to write.

Utilizing this method means that I am always writing, even if the words are not yet distinct. The swirling train of ideas runs through my head during every possible minute that my mind is not occupied with some other task. When the words emerge, I have little choice but to write. They will taunt me, poke me and gnaw at my brain until I give them rest outside of me. Which, incidently, is precisely the reason why I am typing this post at nearly 3:30 AM. Tiredness, thank heaven, is finally begining to subjugate the voices back into the realm of unconcious thought so I believe my next post will be up tomorrow (or, to be technically correct, later today). Until then--good night, sleep tight, and don't let the voices bite!