I wrestle with words. That’s what navigating the territory of a short story or essay is all about and any writer knows that going in. The nice thing about these LOL deals is that they’re short, cool shots that are easy to pump out. And I mean “pump” in an artistic sense.
Anyway, I tend to give them more drama than they deserve and Larry has told me as much. But, hell, look at the process I have to go through.
First, I have to plunge into the vast multitude of vibrations inside me as they perpetually wheel and soar about the circular space of my skull. These are my thoughts, nebulous and fleeting yet as real as the tastefully swank attire draped upon my debonair frame.
Secondly, when I perceive one of these tripped out thoughts to finally be at its most potent and fully toned aesthetic value I have to seize it before it slips away. And I have to snag it with the same brain that created it which is not as hard as it sounds but not as easy as I wish it was either (I’m always slipping on paradoxical ice puddles like that but hardly ever fall down.)
Then I have to relax a certain muscle valve near the base of my skull, a trap door into the theater of my mind and let the thought fall through. It rumbles, turns and swirls down the top of my spinal chord, bounces off my cervical vertebrae and down my right arm, squirting through my fingertips and into a keyboard, becoming the words you see here.
So you see I have this whole spazmatron production to go through (it’s all done with vibrations.) Is it like this for everybody? Because you should see what I have to go through just to talk like a semi-coherent person.
(Photo of Brian’s brain and skull from Bone Clones)