02-10-2007, 07:19 PM
02-11-2007, 12:45 AM
Always carry pencil and paper.
02-11-2007, 05:17 PM
I get ideas all the time but I often forget them quickly if I don't get them down on paper. My writing came to a stop a few years ago when I got to depressed to believe in the stuff that I wrote about. That also led to that my word processor began to not work. It still doesn't. I'm not still comfortable with writing on a pc or on this current little laptop that I bought a few months ago. Hopefully I will get over that. I've got to hook up my HP All-in-One to the laptop. I've had it sitting here for over a year now. I have to quit hoping that the two of them will start to mate without my doing anything. I'm terrified of making mistakes with these things, argh...
02-12-2007, 12:34 PM
How I got one of my ideas.
I saw a poster announcing that Waiting for Godot, by Samuel Beckett, was being set up at a local theatre. My mind went hay wire and associated to Joseph Conrad and his "The Heart of Darkness", resulting in the words "in the heart of Godot". Using these words I proceded to write a very short story about a man standing in his kitchen cutting open the body of Godot. Morbid, funny and hilarious.
Some time later I sat down with this fragment of a story and began to tell it from a possible beginning. It grew to four and a half A4 pages.
The main character is a nameless man. He's out walking one day in the harbor area in a part were male prostitutes ply their trade. He chats up a bloke, thinking that he might be Godot. Invites him home for a meal. They chat and have fun and the nameless one gets to think about if he have a bottle of wine to treat his guest with. He thinks about the pros and cons of drinking, aware that he can't stand alcohol, but since he got Godot for meal, he decides that a glass of wine is the least he could consume for himself. Turns out that he got several bottles of wine. The nameless man gets dangerously intoxicated and later when Godot decide it's time for him to leave he gets angry over this and there it goes...
I saw a poster announcing that Waiting for Godot, by Samuel Beckett, was being set up at a local theatre. My mind went hay wire and associated to Joseph Conrad and his "The Heart of Darkness", resulting in the words "in the heart of Godot". Using these words I proceded to write a very short story about a man standing in his kitchen cutting open the body of Godot. Morbid, funny and hilarious.
Some time later I sat down with this fragment of a story and began to tell it from a possible beginning. It grew to four and a half A4 pages.
The main character is a nameless man. He's out walking one day in the harbor area in a part were male prostitutes ply their trade. He chats up a bloke, thinking that he might be Godot. Invites him home for a meal. They chat and have fun and the nameless one gets to think about if he have a bottle of wine to treat his guest with. He thinks about the pros and cons of drinking, aware that he can't stand alcohol, but since he got Godot for meal, he decides that a glass of wine is the least he could consume for himself. Turns out that he got several bottles of wine. The nameless man gets dangerously intoxicated and later when Godot decide it's time for him to leave he gets angry over this and there it goes...
02-17-2007, 08:42 AM
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I tend to find I get ideas after taking a small break from a frustrating task and doing something totally different. Quite often the idea for a solution then just pops into my mind. If it doesn't then I know it will be a very tricky problem indeed. However, sometimes the solution randomly comes to mind days or even weeks later.
I can see myself in that comment.
When I am facing a problem and try to focus. I tend to see the shapes of the objects related to the problem in my head, and move them and play with them. After a while, i realize that I am stimming. I tend to have a lot of ideas in this state.
04-11-2007, 08:54 PM
when laying in bed.
04-20-2007, 09:17 PM
Internally it depends on the situation. Normally my best results are achieved with peace, quiet, and no distractions.
Externally all my ideas seem to branch off from literature and cinema.
Externally all my ideas seem to branch off from literature and cinema.
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