Greetings lovelies! 🕊️👒☮️
It is Midsummer here in Finland which basically is a writers dream; a long weekend and rainy weather (mostly) which pretty much leaves you with no excuses not to write. Today I will introduce you to a method of writing I recommend to all my friends that are stuck in their creative process due to writers block. If you are not stuck in your writing (lucky you!) you can see this as an exercise to get those creative juices flowing or even a writing prompt. So grab a pen and paper and let us get started!
Yes your read correctly. This technique is designed to free you from all limitations you might be putting up for yourself in your head. The idea is to write without without overthinking what you just wrote but don't worry the text can of course be rewritten later but right now we will just enjoy the art, not the art of correcting oneself. Next I will present the steps in my own words.
Step 1. Find a place that contributes to your writing
This can be a calm space with no distractions such as people who start up small talk with you even if you look busy or maybe an environment with plenty of people inspire you even more. A cafe or concert are often visited by interesting people with wonderful stories. But it might be even more interesting to just hop on a buss and take a look at the people around you or just choosing a random spot in a park. Whatever works for you, you know yourself better than anyone.
Step 2. Bring materials and most importantly bring snacks!
You can get however fancy with the materials you use or you can be really savage like me and use napkins and anything that can be found around you that could be used to write on. I have written poems on coffee cups and quotes on labels. But sometimes you just want to go all out and bring colorful paper and paint and start by drawing pictures and decorating the pages which upon you write. Yesterday I wrote while drinking white wine and an espresso shot. The snacks can be a great way in creating an atmosphere around you that contributes to your creativity. It can be fun to fill the room with coloful leaves, drink some tea and eat apple pie if you feel like writing about autumn for example. Get crazy - nobody is there to stop you!
Step 3. Chose your melody
Music is the key to this exercise. Don't think about it much just play a random song that comes to your mind or listen to something you never usually feel like listening to.
Now that you have picked your music and are starting to get into a mood try to ask yourself what it all makes you feel, does it bring back childhood memories, visions of your future or maybe it makes you think of an artist painting black lines all over a canvas. The first thought you get is the beginning of what you will write and you continue to search for a story as you listen and observe your surroundings. Everything that comes to your mind you will write no matter how odd it seems at first, the point is like I mentioned earlier to let go of all limitations. This exercise is intuitive so when you feel you should stop writing do so, if you feel like writing 20 pages then do so, if you feel like writing the same words and lines over and over again then do so. After you are done: don't read the text straight away. Sleep one night and take a look at your text the next morning. By now you should feel what to do next. Maybe it feels like a new creative project you should continue writing, maybe a poem you could post on Instagram or maybe it made you want to write about something completely different, all feelings are welcome but no matter how you feel: never I repeat never throw away anything you write.
In order to provide a clear example of what this method can result in, I will now let you discover my unpublished draft written yesterday using this exact method.
A village filled with paper planes floating above their heads and nobody seems to see, all of those words of love up in the clouds. Juniper Candlelight stood at a window at 2pm and a bright orange light filled with passion for life made all shadows seem meaningless. Juniper wanted to live a story. She filled every empty space with books and every morning she chose a new one to live by. She repeated the lines in her head as she saw herself in the mirrors of public bathrooms. The high took her hand and followed her to the dancefloor. And when she worked she dreamt and when she dreamt she was wide awake with bright eyes searching for answers in the darkness of the nights. How could the world be constructed in such a way that pen and paper was never to be found when emotions came and went like rays of sunlight at a busy street during vacation. Therefore Juniper stored several notebooks in her closet. Some new, some from the local supermarket, some from Mont Saint Michel, even napkins from a cafe she found by mistake one evening with a friend in her arms and a bottle of wine in her left hand. No matter what forces dragged her down and covered her mouth leaving her unable to speak she pick up one of those notebooks and witnessed the birth of tears on each new page, closer to the meaning of something. That evening she went to the beach like she was 14 again, this time without her bestfriend. A strawberry milkshake in her hand and waves on her feet. She took her t-shirt off and in her bikini top she felt the wind in her curled up hair and she flew like a bird on the last bike ride that summer. And right at the bottom of a hill he stood. He was wearing flanel and Marlboro red. Somehow those moments described her youth and when someone mentioned being young that was what she was thinking but ending up saying: "I guess it was the average amount of wild, danced too much on weekday nights, met a sailor, had a mental breakdown and cried hysterically on my way home, managed to graduate with pink hair". Juniper had seen the light. It made all the leaves sparkle. It was the sun which made her feel a vision of paradise created by God. It sparkled like little fairies in hanmade dresses with satin sashes in the color or red wine or maybe a dark red lipstick an actor would rock in Hollywood or even the red nailpolish of a real lady wearing black heels to work. Juniper wanted to devote her entire life for expanding her mind and describing the sensation to others; what it felt like, smelled like, what it made her think inside. In that moment all mattered and nothing did. She was left thinking about how life could be created into such a wonderful little miracle.