Isn’t that the exact thing Hermione Granger howled in order to save Harry from the wolf version of Professor Lupin? I mean, honestly, his name should have given him away, not Snape’s insistence on learning about the dangerous creatures. Anyway, can you tell that my kids and I have been having a Harry Potter movie marathon for the last week or so??? That obvious, huh?
The Daily Prompt is asking:
“Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.” — Allen Ginsberg
Do you follow Ginsberg’s advice — in your writing and/or in your everyday life?
When I first approach writing, particularly a new idea, the answer is yes. I just let it all flow out onto the virtual paper without direction. I think I may have already mentioned that I’m a complete pantser not a planner. My hands are led by the characters, my fingers driven by that overwhelming fervor of excitement when those ideas are first forming and coming to life right before my eyes. Often, I won’t sleep, I’ll forget to eat and will have an all-consuming need to get the developing story out as quickly as possible.
I’m afraid I’ll lose it, you see. That if I don’t tell my word document about it as fast as possible, the greatest, most enticing details of those new moments will be lost forever, as fleeting as a fantastical dream. I’ll even keep a notebook about, so that in those instances when I have to leave my precious laptop behind, I won’t have to stop purging the words. The words that seem to expand, take root, multiply with every one scribbled down onto the paper.
And then, just as abruptly as it began, it ends. My creativity dissipates; dries up like a date squeezed of all its juices. My seemingly supernatural powers give way to that mundane mortal dwelling inside and I am like the werewolf when the Full Moon’s cycle begins to wane, leaving them powerless and weak, until the next jolt of creativity begins. New energy waxing.
In my every day life, I’m a bit more conservative. I’m quite open and talkative with those who are close to me, who know me and have just as much fun flaunting their madness with like-minded individuals as I do… but strangers are typically unaware. As an introvert, being loud, boisterous and otherwise deliberately drawing attention to myself goes so far against my grain, it’s agonizing. In my experience, those who tend to be the loudest do not always manage it with much class or appeal. Yet, there are some who are just vibrant and alluring; and I secretly envy them, while the very thought gives me anxiety. When I get to know you, though, look out… there is no stopping the craziness! There is no dam strong enough to stem the sarcasm that is my first and most fluent language of choice. But, at least you’ll get a laugh or two out of it. 😉