Friday, August 07, 2009

Friday Forays In Fiction: Process

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I've been spending way too much time on LOLcats. It's a mood enhancer for me. Does that make it like a drug? It does seem to act on me much the way catnip does on a cat. I got frustrated when the speed of new additions to the front page was too slow to feed my habit and I started looking at the upcoming pages (the LOLs nearing enough votes to go on the front page), then I started voting and soon I was captioning them myself just for the heck of it and not just because I was desperate for a picture to enhance the theme of my post. Then one of my own creations got favorited by another user--twice. And now I'm really hooked.

What I've discovered in my perusal of hundreds and hundreds of these LOLs is that the best ones are to story what haiku is to poetry.

Tonight I was looking for something to go with this Friday Forays in which I wanted to talk about how I wished there were some way to write in my sleep--to take dictation from my dreams which have been so intense and complex and everything else I love in a good story lately but which fade the moment I'm conscious enough to lift the lid of my laptop. Then this picture popped up on LOLcats with a completely different caption but I immediately saw the 'story' I was looking for. Well except for that last line--which I put in and took out and put back in again. I do love a good pun.

Speaking of puns here's one I made this week:

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And here's the one that got favorited:

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I don't know whether to accuse myself of wasting the precious time I have for writing and reading on this or to acknowledge that its a form of play that taps into the same well other creative projects do--that possibly it could be priming the pump? But I can't give it that much credit until/unless work on other projects actually commence and show progress. The proof would be in the enhanced productivity.

Last week I blamed lack of progress on being zapped by the heat (temps between 99 and 109) But that really hasn't been an issue since Sunday. This week sleep has been the issue. I don't know why but I can't seem to get enough even though I've been getting more than the usual. I usually have the opposite problem, insomnia having plagued me since grade school, so it is strange to be complaining of too much sleep.

I'm hoping this extra sleep is a harbinger of something special coming. I hope that because I am remembering the stories my mom told of me as an infant and toddler having long sleeps of 10 to 16 hours and waking from them with a new trick--a new word or ability or concept. But I probably can't really assume that's what's going on now because I'm not sleeping over 10 hours this week. It's averaging just 8 I suppose. But for someone used to averaging 6 it feels like a huge chunk of time has gone missing from my life. And even when awake I'm all daydreamy and/or hankering for a nap.

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