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15 June, 1998
I sat down to write code. Neat lines of Perl script and neat lines of the various elements of these files which have to be converted. I was able to stay focused for about 2 hours, steadily writing, peering at the file, identifying the variables and planning out where the various parts needed to fit into the whole. Then my inexperience and a sense of boredom came over me and I flipped up the page of the note book and started writing words. Words to a story. The story is based off of that dream I was writing about a few days ago. A dream which was so intense and vivid and told such a good story that I wanted to wait to write it and perhaps submit it somewhere for print publication. I should know better than to wait to let my inspirations out. When they come, they come and will not be denied. The words, or images all flow from my brain and into my hand and out onto the page like a flood of tears. They won't stop, once I get started and they push and call until I do start. I looked up in a daze about 20 minutes ago and realized that an hour had passed and that I had covered 5 legal pad pages with my tightly written spidery script. Five pages, skipping no lines and I had solid roots for the beginning of this story, a framework and characters all set to draw you into their world and the events about to sweep them up. Oh, did it ever feel good. I counted those pages again, flipped through them, pleased with the outlines of the words on the page. There's just something about having a craft, about crafting a story, about the act of writing, which is intensely good. A release ... a relief ... a pleasure. I can just feel those little endorphins prickling beneath my scalp and easing into my blood stream, calming my heart-beat easing my stresses and floating me on up to Cloud Nine. Unfortunately, stopping, looking up and realizing the time which had gone by was like waking from a dream, which you don't want to end. So I'm sitting here reeling, trying to put my mind back on code and not being overly successful. I thought that perhaps writing an entry might help shake out the rest of the "NEED TO WRITE" willies so that I can put my mind back on the task at hand. But now I'm thinking about HTML and designs and re-designs and making things navigable, pretty and interesting to read. Perhaps I should go stick my nose outdoors and shake off all of my addictions so that I can get back to work. |
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