We jot start lines on slips of paper and toss them into a hat. Someone picks a start line. "I remember that day." Bob starts the timer. I write for ten minutes. Furious. All those people. Then something happens. I forget about the people and the clock and I forget about where I am and who brought me there-I'm into the words and the scratch of my pen on the paper. The feel of the pen on the paper. Something happens. Don't know what happens until I read aloud, in short, sharp bursts. The words are hot and electric. A new energy rips through me as I expose my fresh new unedited uncerebral loose awful words to the group. If I go to a Jungian psychologist, he'll tell me I'm having an abreaction-a break through of emotional energy when the unconscious pours material through the corpus callosum, bringing image and power and excitement and-truth.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
White Flow from Jack Remick
The first White Flow State quote comes from From Jack Remick over at the Weekend Novelist