I took a hiatus from using the computer for writing over the last week. The reason is two fold. First and foremost, we had a visit from Lynda’s dad and his new wife. We haven’t seen them in quite a while and I felt it important to get reacquainted with her father and to get to know his new wife. We sat around visited, we traveled throughout Sioux Falls and surrounding communities. I cooked for them and smoked some salmon. I’m glad that I took that time. I came away with some new ideas, some new characters and a modicum of a refreshed sense of humor.
The second reason, I feel might be just as important. When writing, I get more creative and bold when I am writing in my journal. Every writer is different. For me, the act of letting my thoughts flow down through my arm and then through the pen to paper stimulates my creative juices. It seems to feed on its own energy. When I am writing the first draft, I don’t worry about spelling. I don’t worry about proper punctuation. I don’t worry about syntax. I don’t worry about anything other than getting my ideas down before they fly out the through the windows of my mind. My problem is the computer, typewriter, keyboard, etc. I worry about all those things I don’t worry about when using my journal. When I transcribe my first draft using my computer’s keyboard, I tweak, modify, improve, correct spelling, correct syntax, correct punctuation and general smooth out the dialogue. I use it as my first editing. So, this last week, I spent using my journal and completing my new book up through chapter 9. A week ago, I was on chapter 3. What is even better one of my on-going characters in my Johnson/Ingram Detective novels, “Fast Eddie” was fleshed out. I did this to show how his characteristics lend a sense of humor to a tragic situation and in order to keep the main characters from going insane or succumbing to their demons. I remember when my mom died, we had the memorial for my dad after he passed and the memorial for Lynda’s mom. We all took turns telling funny stories or about how their lives affected us. I would rather remember them that way than their last few days or months. I feel the sharp, ragged edges of life’s tragedies are better viewed when they are smoothed with a small amount of well placed humor.