Latenight Breakfast

I am trying to write a story so big that posting it on this blog would be a crime against readers and Blogspot formatting. Technically I'm not writing the actual story yet, but I feel writing can help writing--all evidence to the contrary.

Driving a certain distance--for the sake of flexibility I'll clarify no more than a distance beyond my normal land-based traveling--has a mild, yet undeniable appeal to me. I feel a sense of accomplishment during and after such travels, even if my destination's purpose has yet to be fulfilled or has any personal (and therefore worldly) importance. After some time I can say, "Behold! I have transversed 200 miles!" (As a side note, I intend on exclaiming "behold" more often.) And aside from butchering traditional English, in what I find to be a beautiful habit, my hypothetical statement is tangible, understandable and incontrovertible.

Perhaps it is for a similar reason that I physical write down, or type down, my brainstorming, free-flowing, stream of thought bubbles. I can look back and see what I was thinking moments, hours or days ago. I can read my thoughts as an older version of myself and analyze their validity, righteousness, other righteousness and entertainment.

So even if I am without structure, characters, concept, setting or narrative, I am still writing and not victim to the over-diagnosed, self-gratify, disease known as "writer's block." The unglamorous aspects of writing--that is, writing near-incomprehensible scribbles, ideas, fears, etc--are a part of the writing process. I'd like to back track and laugh at the phrase "unglamorous aspects of writing," implying the existence of "glamorous" aspects of writing. While there is, they do not include traditional connotations of "glamor" (sex, cars, drugs, clubs, fashion, etc.)

But my brainstorming as of late has taken on new difficulties, primarily that I am completely unrestricted. Unlike the films I half-concocted, this hypothetical book is not limited by budget--as writing "the helicopter explodes" is surprisingly cheap. Similarly, I am not restricted by length. However this means I have infinitely more possibilities, directions and questions to self-impose. Someone once told me that I was better at arguing in favor of poor ideas than creating good ones. If true, it would explain my seeming lack of creative motion. I cannot convince myself without knowing that I am convincing myself. Internal debates likely kill several good ideas, while taking out weaker ideas ten-fold.

Not until this point have I begun to see my creative insight as ridiculously circuitous. Therefore I hope something was learned in the journey as I have little hope, or intention, of shoehorning a powerful meaning into my last sentence.