#ROTATING MY BLORBOS EVEN FASTER.

[blujayonthewing]

reading this book on urban exploration and also stumbling onto a youtuber who is doing (and explaining!) literal ancient alchemy is doing something to my brain chemistry (positive)

[housewifebuck]

The blorbo is rotating in my mind

Slowly, imperceptibly, they spin faster and faster

At some point the centrifugal force will tear the limbs off their body, even the skin and flesh will eventually fly away

But for now, the blorbo is rotating in my mind, unaware of what is to come

ARE YOU GUYS OKAY

[hinoawrites]

An introduction

I have an overactive imagination.

It’s more of a curse than you might think. A lot of the ideas I rotate in my head are ideas I came up with after watching a TV show, or reading a book, or playing a game. They’re never really any original ideas, just half-baked concepts I’ve kicked around in my brain, daydreamed about, and I don’t think they’ll ever be in a place I’ll be able to do them justice. I may never even have the ability; part of the advantage of daydreaming is that I can use different mediums, so the ideas I have of video games, or comics, or TV shows won’t translate well into writing.

So instead, these idea blorbos of mine pile up in my head, crowding each other out for attention, until nothing else can fit. And if I want to write about something else? Nope, all that brain power gets dedicated to spinning around those ideas like a cheap grocery store rotisserie chicken, since I can’t - or won’t - just put that shit to paper.

That’s what this blog is for - getting that shit out of my head. For the times I’ve got access to a computer and can type, I can just stick this here and throw it into the ether. For the times I don’t, I just bought a crappy notebook from Target and started writing things out, longhand, with a pen, like some sort of early-’90s savage. I’ve been around computers my entire life; typing for me is far faster than writing. Hell, when I wrote the draft of this in my shiny new notebook, I could feel my mind writing the words half a sentence of where my hand was, forcing myself to go back, try to remember what I just thought, and retread that ground.

But the point of this blog, and of my notebook, is to just get the ideas out of my head and onto paper. I keep seeing that you have to get all the bad writing out along with the good, or mold what comes out into good writing, or stuff like that. The point being Just Write The Damn Thing. It’s a sketchbook, but for writing - a draft book, maybe, but I think that’s a different thing. And after I write it down, that space gets freed up for other ideas. Most of my ideas are silly, half-formed, and derivative. Others are basically roleplay for e-wrestling, that most dorky of pastimes. Whatever it is, it’s a dumping ground for words. Maybe something can come of it, even if it’s just something as simple as giving you a moment of enjoyment.