One of those spontaneous exercises called a “free writing”, written for myself and now offered up to you as a (like my opinions, apparently) half-baked substitution for a blog post. You’re getting it in the raw today.
It’s been quite a long time since I did a free writing like this. My head has been such a jumble lately, of thoughts and ideas and half-formed opinions, that it has been impossible to communicate myself. I suppose I think I know what I think until I make a stab at communicating it, and then, poof!, it’s disappeared in ethereal fog and mist. I was realizing earlier whilst reading “Teaching Right Words” (in preparation for teaching tomorrow), that I tend to dwell too much in and on the abstract, and take too little notice of the concrete. I don’t think so much about what I’m seeing, hearing, feeling, smelling, and tasting; I think about what I’m thinking, there within my little head, and may not even notice what I’m sensing. I think I need to actively work on that. I wonder how I would change. Is this a flaw? A fault? Does it matter at all? The writing exercises and instructions with which I’m concerned were about using descriptive, pictorial nouns and verbs and adjectives and adverbs instead of generic; painting a picture for the reader. The title was “From Abstract to Concrete”. Then again, I’m also in the midst of a litererary criticism (subtitled “An Appreciation…”) of Jane Austen, and the author makes the point that Austen doesn’t dwell too much upon description and scene-painting. She has a good balance. I, on the other hand, can floridly and facilely describe all day long, and fall flat when I have to move the plot or provide dialog or create characters that are not internally just like me. My autorial imagination extends no farther than the visual, apparently.
Do you know how many subjects for posts I could pull out of that jumbled mass of semi-associated concepts? I should take that for my follow-up writing assignment….