I have a few friends that question or don’t understand the process of creative discipline that I have imposed in my life. you wake up, pray, meditate…brainstorm, and then…there is this odd habit of trying to jot down 10 minutes of whatever comes to my brain after all of this. why do I write? I don’t really have a strong answer except it is something I enjoy and it is now part of how the creative process works. much like why we work on how you grow plants in space, the reason is to come up with ideas that will work on earth. I write for myself so that all the thoughts and ideas that swirl in my head each day…get a sort of focus. what else does writing do?
a) I have a terrible memory in the verbal sense. you could have a conversation with me, and truthfully, if you don’t let me write tidbits down, I will forget or not remember all the subtle nuances. if I have notes, for whatever reason, my mind can snap back to that moment when the conversation happened and I remember. why? I don’t really know.
b) I won’t remember what I wrote yesterday. much like an old memory test of “what was the headline of yesterdays newspaper?” (few can answer) I am the same way. I don't’ remember what I wrote about or how bad/horrific/unedited/grammatically terrible or any other issue is there. what surprised me with the daily writing is that one day I will go back, and like my sketchbooks – there is buried treasures and nuggets of ideas for something I might be working on, or will work on. I have yet to come up with a way to import all the data and thoughts into a computer, so for now, the sketchbook and or mind maps are the main go-to tools.
c) I used to want people to read what I wrote and give feedback. I will be honest, at the start, my motive was probably more selfish in the idea of “image” or “what others think” until I found the Cyril Connely quote about “write for yourself.” when I read that, I think the blog started and I simply put out information, no search engine optimization, no hashtags, no link to other social media. it is what it is. a very secret online data book of sorts. while I would love to learn to actually write – I am ok with the first draft of thoughts. to actually write something, anyone can do this. to write well? that is a very difficult task indeed
d) I feel better. maybe some learned psychologist can answer “why?” I do this, but much like exercise, meditation/prayer, and brainstorm – the discipline in this little act pays great dividends in keeping me calm, peaceful and opening up more focus with people and listening, even if I am listening to the noise of the world with news, issues of people and topics that simply don’t interest me. in the old lab, it was 24/7 focus and creation. hindsight has taught me that to excel in anything, you have to live and breath it – yet – to excel as a human – you need to balance your life more. perhaps that is what the writing allows?
e) it is fun - there was a formula one genius I talked to in las vegas. he was an inventor/tinkerer/solver of problems and I had to laugh about how he felt in life. “you can waste money…but do NOT waste my time.” I smiled as I really am tired of living in the world where people to ask more questions about “why?” and simply follow a herd mentality and do things that in the long term are not great for themselves or society. for example, you can make a new idea, or you can sit in front of a tv and eat a pizza. you can try a new skill or fitness program or you can think about it and eat another burger. you can be tired, or you can move a bit to get less tired in the longer term. these are all habits that you are changing one short-term feel-good-itis habit for a potential longer-term benefit. it amazes me how short term we have become in society with our ever-increasing instant gratification lives
f) it helps with ideas. the more job my brain form the brainstorm – it frees up some space to allow the ideas to percolate and mature. while great ideas do occasionally come at a eureka moment idea (you get about 4 a year) it is usually the result of years of ideas waiting to come together in a space where you not only see them, but you know what to do with them to make them reality
that I 10 minutes about why I write? why do you write? or read stuff like this?