I’ve been reading a lot of the beat generation for classes lately. I read some of them on my own in high school. But I’ve never really understood them. So…I’ve come to the conclusion that I should try to do a free write. I’m going to try to forget about grammar and editing and just keep this going for a page.
So, here we go. Try not to stop, David:
The classes are talking about the importance of inspiration, speed, and spontaneity in which the beat authors write. They try to capture an image like a photograph. But they are trying to do it with a typewriter. They get everything out there and don’t really worry about editing. That’s what editors are for. The author writes. The editor edits. I’m a mixture of both. I’ve already edited this five times now. Subconsciously backspacing, punctuating, right click spell check. These machines are ruining our memories. How do you spell subconsciously? Not the mind part, but the word part. I wanted to spell it “subconscieously,” but that is wrong. The squiggly red line tells me so. Not supposed to stop. But red means stop. Why is there no green squiggly line that tells me to keep going? Maybe there is. I’m not very good at using word. Sometimes I still mess up good and well. I know that good is an adjective, and that well is an adverb, but I don’t really care. Oh, well. I get lost with subject/verb agreement too. I write in my sleep. I type in my sleep and I wake up and it’s all gone. I’ve written entire stories that I forget about when I wake up, because I didn’t really write them. Have you ever done that? Or have you ever fallen asleep reading a book and you kept on reading in your sleep? Only to find out that nothing you read actually exists in the real world? I do that on a weekly basis. I’m a slow reader and a slow sleeper. I started keeping a notepad by my bed to try to catch my dreams because my dream catcher is broken. I don’t really have a dream catcher. That’s the scientist in me. I wish I had a scroll to write on. My aunt is repairing an old type writer for me. I don’t know what I’m going to do with it. Maybe type random quotes and frame them. I always liked old typewriter font. Courier New, I think. Makes me feel like I’m typing up something for a detective. I never got into much detective fiction. Unless you count the old Hardy Boys book I found when I was a kid. The Mystery of the Flying Express. One of the first books I can remember reading. Not the first, but close. I’m running out of ideas now, which is a funny image if you can picture it. If ideas are a place, why would you ever run out of that place? I guess it would suck to live in ideas every day. Maybe we run out of ideas so we can find some place to write them down? Who knows? If “who” was a person, she’d know. “Who” would be a feminine name, I think. But I don’t know. This could all be gibberish, but it’s good to let out a burst of subconscious stream of thought. I haven’t sworn yet. That’s good. I don’t have tourettes. How terrible would that be? To have tourettess and try to write a book or story? Who knows. Maybe it would turn out great. Maybe all great ideas are a form of tourettess. Getting in the way of normal life. Demanding to be written down on a page. None of this makes sense, but sense doesn’t make cents. And cents turn into dollars. And money isn’t real. You can’t take it with you. If you write for money, you shouldn’t be writing. Everyone should be an accidental revolution. It should come as a surprise to everyone that gets published. You have to go through a lot of rejection. Kings and Queens of Rejection. Accident. I want to be surprised. I want them to be surprised. I want someone to say, “How did you put all of that together?” And I want to answer, “I don’t know. Did you like it?” That’s what I want. But you can never make it better. Revisions usually get no attention. And that’s what everyone wants, right? Write. Once it’s done it’s done. You have to commit to it. Commit to every sentence. It’s not writing; it’s typing. Type. Type. Type. Is someone your type? Can you type? What type are you? Which type would you like? What type of character are you? Can you explain what type by typing? That’s the magic: describing a type by typing without being a slave to adjectives, adverbs, and description to describe. What is it to de-scribe something? Is it the same as un-scribing? Using little to no description?