July 17, 2009

HI EVANA! -wavewavewavewavewavewinkwavewavewave-
-whispertodaek- look, I know that girl! HEYYY you should post on your blog sometimes!

The art of composition takes a great deal of focus and, in my case, the right atmosphere, lighting, and level of spontaneity (thanks SC ((spell check))) - woah, three brackets!- of the idea-creation department in my brain. I think one of my cerebral managers promoted a memory worker or something to said department because my brain has been on fast forward and it's not used to it.

Even now as I'm typing, my fingers stop every two or three words. One reason is that I'm halting because of having written a completely different word from what I was thinking - for which I have decided to fire a finger-controller because of disobeying instructions -. For example, when I went to write "fast forward" it came (just spelt that with a K) out as "kindne.." and then I screeched to a stop, with the thought of "Ummm... hello? Ummm, hi?". The funny thing is, in the previous sentence, the exact same thing happened except when I went to type "fast" the word "race" decided to show itself instead. Funny how my fingers have minds of their own.

The second reason for my being pulled over by my own mind's grammar police and having to get out and do some drinking tests, is that... wow, I've just completely forgotten it. It was in my mind a second ago...

Oh, okay the reason is that I actually have to stop and consult my mind's library, find a thesaurus (rex), and allow myself to be consumed in the task of finding the best word(s) to use in that particular space. I just did it there. I didn't know whether to say "(rex), and flip through the pages..." or "(rex), and then ask the librarian for help because I suck at thesauruses."

You know what Evana, I like my posts too. The reason I like them is because almost every day I come here and sit down and think, alright, I have no idea what to write about. Then, suddenly, words are on the page and I wake up and realize that my fingers have been typing. I then have to actually scroll up and read what I wrote subconsciously, marvel at how obsurd my fingers are in their compositions, and then laugh at the thought that this could actually be my own work. It's not like my posts are actually really intelligent and break down and create new philosophies and theories of how our world works, but maybe they are to some degree entertaining.

Daek thinks I don't sound like me when I post. I keep trying to tell him that my composing side has been hibernating all winter and just waking up occasionally for pee-breaks every couple of months. Now, finally it's awake and almost fully-functional.
...I didn't actually tell you all that before, Love, but I thought I should add it in.

I love you

Posted by RJ Haely at 12:02 AM