Saying What

When Kent sat down to write about Writing Naked* the words which came out of his fingers were not what he had sat down to type. He did get around to the original thread and he typed enough to go to a second page. I was hoping for that, to have words flow from my fingers until I got to the end of a page, I was hoping for that to occur on this page. Nope.

It is not happened (change is to has OR happened to happening whichever working words fit here for your taste there) yet.

I do that once and a while here. I go to type a word and it is the wrong word so I pause consider my choices and change what I was saying. Change what I was going to type | to a new sentence so 1) I do not need to erase what I wrote, or 2) it is kinda fun. Think up a new whole sentence based on a typo that is not a typo in the new sentence. Sometimes I get around to whatever it was I had in mind. Sometimes I get to take off in a new direction. Yes, a whole new direction due to a mistyped word.

In times like this one where it is difficult to come up with a coherent train of typing, it is difficult to keep the train going down the tracks of thought. Very hard today. Onward.

Mush huskies, mush! For it is getting warm and we need to get to Dawson. Get to Dawson before there is no ice to travel on. Mush huskies, mush!

I would say that to myself once in a while. Even if I had never been to Alaska or driven (what is the word for that?) a team of sled dogs. Never have I done those things or talked with someone who had done either. Well, OK I have talked with people from Alaska. But never about the task of going anywhere there.

But I would say that to myself. I do not know why I had. I do not know where the words came from. But there they were, there they are.

MichaelRpdx :: rkmm        2021-11-29
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* He actually wrote about Write Naked by Peter Gould.
My bad.

 

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