NO IDEA IN MIND (# 74,942)

Sometimes you just need to write. It doesn’t have to be about something. It doesn’t have to stand for something. It doesn’t have to be something. It just has to happen. Like respiration. And sleep. This wasn’t ever written longhand. It just fell out of idle fingertips who begged to go to bed but the wrists said no. Now they’re all getting on and having a low key party, no key gag meant.

Predictably, an idea is now evolving. The idea that writing spawns ideas. Just as characters write themselves. If they do, they’d be sat on my lap. And they might be heavy. Or smelly. Or just a twat. But that’s me being tired and giving in to the false dawn of an idea that never really was.

On that bum note, I’m off.

February 2, 2010
Filed Under Writing on writing 

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4 Responses to “NO IDEA IN MIND (# 74,942)”

  1. Jay Dee Salinger on February 2nd, 2010 10:55 pm

    Santa = Satan

  2. Pete on February 2nd, 2010 11:07 pm

    Did you mean to tag this on to VETO = VOTE?

  3. Jay Dee Salinger on February 2nd, 2010 11:09 pm

    Yes, sorry. Must be the time delay between hell and earth.

  4. Pete on February 2nd, 2010 11:10 pm

    See, our memory’s shot even when we’re dead.

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