Tomorrows deadline.
Five tape recorded interviews, two dead response emails, and one interview still wanting to be done later I sit at my computer.
Nothing.
I am the managing editor for my high school newspaper and I am color coded. Every part of the day is timed out, every assignment is met, everything orangized. So here I sit, ready to finish my story of students entering the military next year.
Again, nothing.
This is how I write. Nearly every paragraph - somehow combined into one coherent piece - starts as its own 5-6 word incomplete sentence. Some may connect to other blips or phrases that pop into my head, but for the most part each sentence originates from a random burst of thought (I take them as I can). Over time those random bursts of originality all start to eventually evolve and morph into one another.
Creativity when forced is a disaster.
Tomorrows deadline. Wednesday a new one will be set. Things keep moving, my fingers keep typing, and some how life moves on.
So tell me blank page, what will you look like tomorrow morning?
Impressive - managing editor! :) I can't NOT comment on your first post, after putting my 2 cents on the other two.
ReplyDeleteI agree with the "creativity when forced is a disaster" statement - I can look back on my own posts and see which ones I wasn't really in the mood to write.
It does seem you have a lot going for you - keep on track! :)