This is the start of my story. It may
not turn out to be a tale of universal importance, it may not have a
bearing on the working of local authorities. It may not even make a
point besides those scattered points it covers while I ramble and
drag it with me to record my ramblings. And yet I write.
This current exercise isn't quite
writing though. You play around with your keyboard, switching lines
and text styles, perhaps playing a game of Sudoku. You scribble on
your sheet of paper and end up creating caricatures, complex
geometric forms and sometimes, pretty flowers that make you cringe.
You turn into a paper troll – and your reference point here should
be open web forums and annoying comment droppers, not Origami. But
the point is, you doodle. And occasionally, something good comes out
of it. A distinct thought, a point of view, a funny line. Or a line
that you think is funny.
This
whole concept of activity that begins with no clear aim but ends up
being “worthy” of one's time interests me. All said and done,
here it's (the) beginning that matters. If you can convince yourself to get
started even without the end in sight you're good to go. Keep at it
and chances are you'll have something concrete in place. I know
plenty hold a contrary point of view, one that mandates a solid goal
at the outset, one that won't go up in fumes. May they.
Perhaps
you choose to brainstorm only in your mind, grappling with intangible
thoughts and possibilities. I'm only suggesting that perhaps it's
also worth a shot to try the same with words you can see.
I'm
still not too sure what I'm getting at or what incident is prompting
this but I already know I have 250 odd words up there that would work
as a blog post. Particularly on a blog named Where I Doodle.
Subconscious streams of thought, I tell you...
Back
to business and bitches.
