Let’s sojourn for a time in our own private purlieus and let our minds effloresce in our incommodious and polymorphous filled bookshelves we often tearing our way through like a bushwhacker fighting his way through a dense jungle. This is not our respite, but our destiny to deny us any repose. We are nothing but mere heathens in our minds.
—WLC
While I write or perhaps before I begin, I look for prompts to inspire me. Sometimes the prompt may only be one word or in groups of words. Sometimes it may be only a scene, picture, thought, or a dream that will not leave my mind and they begin to stream like a short film being played out to some sort of conclusion. Sometimes, there does not seem to be a point to the story, which I must explore to its end—if it ends. On occasions they simply drift away because there was not much there to build upon. Sometimes there is more,
I began with the title then began to build on the fluffed up words that really do exist but for the majority of the readers means very little, but can be found easily in a dictionary. Most of would not even bother but will glean some sort of sense out of the nonsense, much like how we live in the real world where we find people who try to impress by speaking above you, while others will simply try to mimic other forms of speech they are subjected in their regions, or state. Personally, I like play with all of these tools because they help me understand others I come in contact with.
At last count I have been studying twelve languages. Now I am not saying I am good at it, nor am I really proficient at any of them, including English, or at least our Idaho version of English. I say this because when I was in basic training minding my own business, laying on my bunk, before lights out, some shouted, “Hey Idaho!” Until that moment I thought I was alone was from Idaho but promptly three other voices responded, including my own. Later, I would ask how they knew I was from Idaho and they said it was the accent. I surprised because I didn’t know people from potato country had and an accent. Honestly, I still have a hard time cyphering an accent from anyone in Idaho, but I suppose from those on the outside we do. Nevertheless, I like to believe mine has changed a bit because of the languages I have studied, which shows up from time to time when I throw in a bit of slang, or foreign words to make a point which more than likely causes others to say, what or huh?
Now, to the point, which I am really slowly getting to, is that when you write, try to know your audience you are writing to, so they will understand exactly what the heck your are saying, but enjoy the ride of thoughts as you jot them down, and if it gives you joy to write a whole lot of nonsense that only the few bravest will even try to understand—go for it and enjoy the journey. Life is truly way to short to worry about everything.
Life In General 