Writing Club Week 15

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[Irishgirl]

Writing Club Week 15

The rules are the same - ten minutes, no stopping, no editing, just write what comes to mind.


First one to respond to this week's thread sets the topic.

Join in, write, have fun   

The previous Writing Club entries are here:

Week 14: http://www.themudflats.net/forum/index.php/topic,6542.0.html

Week 13: http://www.themudflats.net/forum/index.php/topic,6472.0.html

Week 12: http://www.themudflats.net/forum/index.php/topic,6409.0.html

Week 11: http://www.themudflats.net/forum/index.php/topic,6335.0.html

Week 10: http://www.themudflats.net/forum/index.php/topic,6255.0.html  (BEST EVAR!!)

Week 9: http://www.themudflats.net/forum/index.php/topic,6052.0.html

Week 8: http://www.themudflats.net/forum/index.php/topic,5867.0.html

Week 7: http://www.themudflats.net/forum/index.php/topic,5724.0.html

Week 6: http://www.themudflats.net/forum/index.php/topic,5325.0.html

Week 5: http://www.themudflats.net/forum/index.php/topic,5195.0.html

Week 4: http://www.themudflats.net/forum/index.php/topic,5108.0.html

Week 3: http://www.themudflats.net/forum/index.php/topic,5022.0.html

Week 2: http://www.themudflats.net/forum/index.php/topic,4809.0.html

Week 1: http://www.themudflats.net/forum/index.php/topic,4675.0.html
 

[betzy]

Can we do something with the word "thought?"

betzy

[0whole1]

Can we do something with the word "thought?"

betzy

I think so.

[Irishgirl]

Ok,  "thought" it is. Get cracking everyone. 

And thank you betzy for your suggestion.

[Irishgirl]

I thought that that would be ok.

I didn't think.

What were you thinking of?

Why don't you just think?

You thought you knew it all!

[LettersFromEurope]

I thought I had to go to my friends house today instead of going to Library, where we usually meet.

They thought it was strange that I did not turn up at the usual time.

I thought I better check when the subway passes to get to her house on time.

They thought to wait before calling me.

I thought it cool that if I took my bike one stop further I would save half the fare.

They thought it better to send me an SMS.

I thought it strange they were sending me an SMS.

Then I thought again.

Ooops.

[BodieP]

I thought, once. Now I just react. No more time for thinking around here. I have to work--my fingers fly tick-tick-ticking over my keyboard, with brief hiatuses--hiati?--when they drum on my desk not while I think, but while I wait for a computer command to complete, and for the spinning, spinning, eternally spinning disk to resolve itself once more into the crosshairs, so my fingers may tick-tick-tick again.

It's not that I'm so busy these days--indeed, if I were busier both brain and hands would move together, creating, editing, seamlessly knitting words and images into something new, something fresh, something beautiful--a book, or beautiful junk mail designed to catch the eye long enough to sell, sell, sell by urging buy, buy, buy. These days, my fingers fly so that I need not think, because thinking has become a frightening thing around here.

I am a freelance designer. My biggest client (who is really VERY big) seems to be in dire financial straits--at least I believe so; they haven't confided as much to me, but I read a news story about them today. The story went a long wait to explain why I haven't heard from them for a month now. It explains things to me; I doubt the mortgage company will find the story as persuasive.

And so now I work, driving myself until all hours in busyness, that I need not consider my dwindling bank account. Today, though, I turned a corner. I dug out my resume, and will update it tomorrow. I will register for some online search sites. I will dig out the yellow pages and begin calling local companies that might benefit from my help. I have been here before; I have mapped the terrain.

I work and work and work, accomplishing nothing--and then, suddenly, ease comes, and I look around and see where I am, and what my next step must be. I will search for work. I will write. I will finish proofing my novel, and my book about--what else?--surviving days like these. And in the end, I will look around and see that in traversing the difficult, dangerous days when thought was impossible, I have become someone new, in a new and exciting place.

[Jaime from Wasilla]

I think,
therefore
I am,
I think.
I thought,
therefore
I was,
I thought.
Is are am was were
I you we they
Think thank thought.
I am not the Walrus
but goo goo ga joob anyway,
because we are all together.
First the idea,
then the word,
then the voice speaks
"Let there be...."
and the thought,
"Now THAT'S good!"

[betzy]

When I was told someone had “thought it over” and concluded their reaction, it seemed I might lose out on the outcome.

Actually, a “yes”, or “no” as an immediate response seems not to create nearly as much anxiety, as, “I will think it over and get back to you.”

When I did not want to be held up by a boss who likely would not respond to my request in a timely fashion, I had a favorite last paragraph with which I ended my plea.  It went something like this:

If I have not received a response from you by __________ date then I will proceed with plans according to what I have outlined for you in the above notes.

It always worked.  If they thought it over, no one ever bothered to give me a response, and I was not held back by their inability to respond in a way that allowed me to continue on course.

On one occasion, a doctor wanted a slim, attractive, shapely, smiling blonde to be hired in his department.  In my infinite wisdom I knew what his unspoken thoughts (and plans) were for that “hope to be hired” lovely young thing.

After telling him I would gladly give him the chic young things he pointed out to me, if their experience matched those other most experienced candidates I had applications for, he was in deep thought.  We both sat in silence for a long time, at which point I decided to end the discussion and excuse myself.  He asked if I would change my mind and hire the young thing, for which he had obvious “feelings.”  Sensing disaster if I gave in to his request, I said, “ I will give it some thought, and feel free to call me next Wednesday, and see if I have changed my mind.”

It was quite clear to him that no amount of thought would permit me to compromise everyone in the department by giving him some “eye candy” that probably did not know zip about the specialty care for the patients he was seeing.

Serious thought can bring about many changes in action.

[tealwomin]

Tommy thought twice, but he thought,
he ought to thought again, and  thought again and again thought
then he re-thought  that he ought to have
brought his 1st thought

since I'm so late posting, didn't take all the alloted time...[1st time]

[TRConnie]

I thought he was gone - off living a self-actualized life.  This time it wasn't just a few months, but two years since I'd heard from him.  After dropping a provocation in my email box, he'll disappear again like the Cheshire Cat.  I'm a touchstone of pixels on a turquoise background. 

I wonder where he goes when the grin fades.

Connie

[califpat]

Thoughts can make think
Thoughts can make you drink
Thoughts can make you lazy
Thoughts can make you crazy
Thoughts can make you cry
Thoughts can make you shy
Thoughts can make you dream
Thoughts can make you scream
Thoughts can make you fraught
Thoughts can make you want no thought 

[TRConnie]

Thoughts can make you want no thought 

Oh indeed.  I can drive myself crazy, easily, with the talk radio that goes on in my head.  Nice piece, California Pat.  Ummmm, though provoking. 

Connie

[The Blogger]

"Don't think," she saying.  Mind whirling, trying to stop think, but no can stop.

"Don't.  Think," she saying.  Stopping, but not stop thinking.

She staring at me like I am crossword puzzle and she not sure if I am thin king or thinking.

I not being sure of correct respond.  She sighing with meaning that cradles my heart.  Or shredding my heart.  (Shredding and Cradling same word in Macedonian, I thinking, but pronounciation subtle differently.)

A decade later, not as thin, no longer king, but still thinking about it.

As for her.... gentlemen do not tell suchly tails, although they haunting our thoughts and sidle up to us in our dreamings.

[Irishgirl]

Sometimes I do not want to think.
I want to go to bed and not have another thought.

I hate when my thoughts keep me awake until three in the morning.
Silly stuff, about what you should and should not have done in college.

And more recently, what thoughts did I express on the internet.

Sometimes, I'd like to be thoughtless.

[Forty Watt]

I never stop to think.  I have to move, to pace around the house, through the garden, along the beach--if I’m lucky enough. 

I teach complex kind of stuff; questions that have no clear answers; concepts that cannot easily be defined; reaching for language, analogies, stories that draw speaker and listener into the same world.

Last year, my students described what it was like to be part of this project.  “The first day, we couldn’t figure out what was going on.  You walked towards the computer and we thought you were about to change the Power Point presentation.  But no.  Then you walked towards the white board, but you didn’t write anything.  Talking, just talking and walking.  Then it dawned on us, you were thinking. 

And we learned that when you wheel around and start to walk softly, padding like a big cat, we should pick up our pens, because whatever you say next is going to be something we will want to write down.”

I’d never stopped to think what thinking looked like from the outside.

[Irishgirl]

Writing Club Week 16 has begun and can be found here.

Thanks to everyone who participated in Week 15....I thought it was very good.