How to Think Like a Writer

 

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But writers think like this:

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We can’t help ourselves.

While driving to work I think about imaginary characters, or the tarp in the back of the truck in front of me that looks like there’s a body beneath it, or the street sign I just passed that was called “Bread and Milk.”

Bread and Milk Road

I don’t think about paying the bills, or going to the supermarket, or if the kitchen floor needs to be waxed. Normal humdrum stuff doesn’t get caught in my brain.

“How come my brain doesn’t work like yours?” you may ask. “Mine isn’t equipped to think in bizarro writer mode.”

That’s where you’re wrong, my B&W thinking friend. It’s like what Glinda the Good Witch told Dorothy at the end of the Wizard of Oz, “You had the ability to get home all along.”

Which incidentally pissed me off that she waited until the end to tell Dorothy that.

You, my B&W thinking friend, just need to start looking at the world in a different way.

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Writers are from Mars and Visit Often

 

Mars, 2001, with the southern polar ice cap vi...

Mars, 2001, with the southern polar ice cap visible on the bottom. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

During the pubescent Salkin years, I used to think humans were Martian spawns. I don’t know where that idea came from. I guess the same place all weird ideas came from – the sky … and UFOs.

Sometime later during my teenage years, after I got my first typewriter, a thought hit me between the eyes.

You have an imagination and like to write about weird stuff, which makes up an imagination. I sure do like puns.

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What’s on the blogging menu today?

 

Scrambled Words and Toast.

Do your words lay in clumps across the page, like scrambled eggs? Do they yearn for something more than a comma or a period? Do they need a fork to guide them, a menu to organize them?

Do your words lose their meaning and look more like toast?

It happened to me.

Just me and my scrambled words and toast. Food for thought or thought for food?

No matter. They both end up in the digital crapper. I press the delete key and flush.

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