Taking it to the right parts of literature and pushing that feeling for imagination.
For me it’s a fair disservice to the OCD mind to simply put it all down to a chemical imbalance even if that is actually what it is. Why? Because the landscape of the imagination, while utterly exhausting and distorting for the sufferer on any given day, can also be utilised. And I’ve tried to do that pretty much as soon as I could with the scribbles and, hopefully, to a successful extent. I mean, when you spend much of your mind’s time trying to figure a way to put new ways and wordings together, you’re bound to possibly find another way of creating in your very own authentic style. I mean, it’s still just words to me, but I also do it knowing full well that calmer minds, minds which can take the actual time to read things, will in fact be able to get a visual out of my words. If they so choose. It’s done at full speed but it’s also done with two other things in mind. A) This insatiable need to create sentences which hit a whole other part of a person’s imagination and bring it for an unsuspecting literary ride, and B) To create, for myself anyhow, a whole other world of theatricality, I guess I could say. Yeah, that’s it. And seeing as that part of my brain is always on, it seems, and basically owing to the aforesaid OCD, that’s my choice, perhaps even my necessity, to push and coax it towards strange, possibly even disturbing, certainly rhythm-based scribbles. That opens a helluva lot up for me in a mental instance, to be fair and honest about it, and seeing as we use our words to communicate, it kinda makes that an exciting factor in its own right. Not that I’d ever end up sounding like my scribbles might… GOD, NO!!! 😆 But it has become my safest place to go to, and to just… nail it as best I can manage and whenever the need takes me ❤️ Thing is… it does tend to take me too often altogether 🥱
