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L E S S O N  3 :
DON'T THINK

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ugh, i'm literally so tired as i write this. i recently got contacts, and i love them so much, but the adjustment from glasses to them are a struggle especially since it took me three hours to take them in and put them back on last night lol (i couldn't stop blinking). anyway, today's writing lesson is on not thinking while you write.

so, when you're writing, try not to think so much. i know what you're thinking—how am i supposed to write if i don't think? well, in my creative writing class we talk about finding rhythm when writing and tapping into that rhythm to write more smoothly and easily. it's called "the vatic voice" or something like that. the right words will come, and when they do, beautiful things will happen.

here is an example of when i began to just write without ceasing about the vatic voice, which was our daily prompt in my class:

That Still Small Voice
It isn't until night time that my creative juices begin to flow. It isn't until night time that I get all my great ideas for writing. It isn't until night time that I come up with my best material. I think and I think and I think. My mind formulates these ideas and turn them into beautiful words. I get to lazy to write them down because I am so tired, and I figure I can remember it tomorrow. By morning, I've forgotten them. The beautiful words are lost forever, and I'm stuck with nothing, trying desperately to grasp onto the words stuck deep in my mind. It never works. The words are gone. Gone forever. It isn't until nighttime that writing comes so easily to me that it's like breathing. It isn't until nighttime that I can come up with the most brilliant novel idea. It isn't until nighttime that I can write poems that actually have more depth and meaning. Maybe it's because my mind is so tired and vulnerable after the long day I've had, and it causes my creativity to run in overdrive. Maybe nighttime is when I'm most vulnerable, lying there in the bed waiting for sleep to come. It never does, and I'm left there, a thousand ideas and words swirling through my mind and begging to be written down on paper. I never write them down, and they leave me when morning comes. Maybe this is when the vatic voice speaks to me. Maybe I'm not vulnerable enough when I'm fully awake and alert to allow the vatic voice to work through me. Maybe it's because I'm so protective and too scared to let these walls down for fear that I will be hurt again. I can't. I won't. The vatic voice always visits at night, and by morning it's always gone.

i wrote this without stopping in my bedroom the night before it was due. it's interesting to see where the words took me when i got into my rhythm. just try it. try to write without ceasing, and see where it leads you.

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