I had the opening chorus of Frigid Bridget pop into my head and laughed. As I was laughing, however, I have to admit, I was rollin' with it just as hard. I can totally hear this one as a song and would love to have it find a song as its destination.
Last night I decided I set a goal to wake up this morning and...
- Think of a concept (Trilly Wood- a.k.a. "It really would.")
- Wrap some words around it (It's the stuff that dreams are made of...)
- Type it in my collection (In The Wind These Words)
- Then post it in my blog
...and all before I left for work.
I love reaching goals.
Now if I could only find an agent and get The Kite and the Coin Toss published and on bookstore shelves, it would be good, Trilly Wood!
The Ladybug And Her Dandy Lion provides an example of something from the present, the picture of the ladybug on a dandelion, connecting with something from the past, the picture of the bee on a sunflower.
The connection was not intentional, but popped into my mind all on its own, as did its story.
Just another reason I love writing.
I know there is a word for this, but it is not uncommon for words to escape me. I like humanizing things by the terms we refer them. For example, ...
"You poked the eye of the storm
Made the dark clouds cry"
As if a storm had eyes, if you would poke one, you could make it cry. I enjoy making the connections because they branch to further connections like how the cloud's crying relates to rain.
Again, I went to bed fully expecting to go to sleep. My mind had other ideas.
The following danced its way into the light of my mind. I thought I had turned that light off.
"Your eyes
They soften steel
They melt the sands
They form the glass
That magnifies
All that I am"
As I have gotten used to the random timing of thoughts, a learned self-discipline got my ass up and I wrote it down in a journal so my mind would let me rest.
I have learned, in the long run it is worth it. I can sleep in peace knowing it won't be another "fish-idea that got away" story, and in the morning, I can follow the pen to see where my random thought wanted to take me.
Technology has changed so much and so fast...and we have become so dependent upon it.
To help me remember how I used to remember things, I Set A Reminder...
After 10:30 last night, I went to bed fully expecting to go to sleep since I had to wake up early for work.
Within five minutes, however, I had the first two stanzas of this poem pop into my head. I knew if I didn't get up and jot them down, I would have lost sleep and probably have forgotten stanzas by the morning.
As it was, I got up and jotted them in a journal, so in the morning was able to finish the poem before leaving for work.
I am glad I didn't let this one get away...
