Something seriously freaky has just happened to this blog. I started to type this post and all that showed up on screen was gibberish. Now hang on, you may think, ‘what’s new there? All she ever writes is gibberish’ but I’m not talking about a critique of the writing or thoughts, I’m talking about the text itself. Each letter I typed was being replaced by symbols, symbols that I don’t understand or recognise. I switched tabs to my email but that’s working ok, so it’s not a keyboard issue. Then I pressed preview and the words showed up as I had typed them, in plain old English. Phew. But still, how strange?
Luckily, I can touch type so despite the lack of onscreen clarity I can continue to type my thoughts out. Blindly. I’m having to trust that ultimately, when I reach the end and click publish, the gibberish will be transformed into a coherent text. So really, maybe there is no change there then. For me the process of writing is akin to this anyway. It’s about allowing my fingers to transcribe my thoughts as they come, get them out of my head and into the world where they can take on an independent life, where I can examine them more objectively, turn them over and shape them into something solid and useful. Something complete in themselves. At least that’s the plan.
In all writing there has to be trust of yourself, the writer. Every writer exposes themselves in their writing. Or at least they do in their best writing. Learning to allow that exposure and accept it is perhaps the first step to writing well. Step out of your own way. Stop the judgement and let the flow happen.
You may not see where the story is taking you at first. Trust. Go with it. Analysis and shaping come later. First let the words tumble out in whatever form they choose. As long as they are coming you have movement, you have energy, you have creation.
*Now I’m off to click preview and check whether any of this makes any sense on the page. It’s been strangely fun, this writing blindly.