tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174970645573418196.post201998002266243672..comments2023-08-27T07:59:34.096-06:00Comments on Dancing With the Dwende: Writing When You're Not Writing (Fermentation)Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174970645573418196.post-46070679398937092502007-08-07T17:31:00.000-06:002007-08-07T17:31:00.000-06:00It's weird. You say that thing about the dishes an...It's weird. You say that thing about the dishes and I go "yeah! I loved washing dishes at work! Was the best! Thinky thinky!" But you ask about cleaning the house, and the answer is almost definitely no.<BR/><BR/>Some activity helps me. Some distracts me. Like if I take a walk, and I look at stuff--how the trees are changing or the cars going by or quirks in the buildings--I can't think about writing almost at all, except to sometimes think of settings in which to put scenes sometimes. But if I stare at the sidewalk while I go then trouble spots just cycle through my head, and I've figured out really hard things that way, sometimes almost losing track of where I'm walking.<BR/><BR/>But not everything does this. Sometimes reading gets the creative juices pumping, which is annoying because I can't keep track of the story in the book AND the story in my head.<BR/><BR/>Playing music redirects my attention entirely. I can't think of anything while I play piano. But sometimes that's a good thing. To step back, empty your mind, regain your focus, and let things ferment.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00127638986568582625noreply@blogger.com