I have 318 draft posts in the stomach of this blog.
318. That’s getting close to a post for every day of the year (just in case you couldn’t intuit that for yourself.)
But here’s the thing:
I have no idea what some of them are about.
Like most writers, my inspirations do not always strike at the most convenient times – like when I’m sitting down at a keyboard or with a journal and a pen. So I do what all writers do. I write down whatever I can wherever I can. Because I know I won’t remember it by the time I get to the “writing place”. I can’t even remember the five-item grocery list that I’ve been reciting to myself ceaselessly for an hour – even going so far as to make up a little song as a memory aid – if I walk into King Soopers and am distracted by the shopping carts being stuck together. Poof! The list is gone, just like the outline of a cloud. I will, however, remember, while sitting in a meeting at work sixteen hours later, that I forgot to buy lemon juice.
This lack of total recall translates into several things:
1. I have a dozen notebooks going at once.
2. Even so, I don’t always have one with me. When I need one and no current notebook is handy, I find (or buy) a new one.
3. If no notebook at all is available, I use whatever I have to write on – bills, receipts, dry cleaning tickets, my hand.
4. I can’t throw anything away because it might have a precious nugget of creativity on it (though I do wash my hands). Kelsea is going to have to save everything so she can piece together my memoirs after I am famous and dead.
5. I am a menace on the road, because it is very hard to write while driving.
6. Sometimes my notes make no sense at all.
Many of my post drafts are just a title. If it’s a brilliant enough idea to be a post and to have a title, surely the title will trigger that same waterfall of creativity about the topic. Wouldn’t one think? Well, one would be wrong.
Take, for example, a post drafted in February 2011 with the title “George and Jennie”.
I don’t know anyone named Jennie. And I only know one George. Maybe something about Winston Churchill’s mother? I tried googling “George and Jennie” – maybe it was something an old movie stirred up, or something inspired by NPR’s StoryCorps series. I often find that those spark the creative kindling.
The only thing I came up with was a couple named George and Jennie in Fayetteville, West Virginia, who mysteriously lost five of their children after their house caught fire back in 1945. Now, this does sound like something I would actually write about, but I know in my heart that I have never heard of this tale before, nor was it at all related to whatever my post was going to be about.
So I guess my George and Jennie post is as much as mystery as what happened to the five children sixty years ago (not to minimize the tragedy). It will likely come back to me one day while I am petting a random dog or rock-climbing or changing cat litter. Most likely at a time when no writing resources are available.
Some draft posts are titleless and contain nothing but a few choice phrases. Opening those is like opening a present – I have no idea what I’m going to find inside. But those are the ones that, when the spirit moves me, I can whip into a literary frenzy and complete with relish (and mustard, if that’s your preference). Those drafts are easier to work with.
Many potential posts dwell in my notebooks as well, lists of them. I often say to Kelsea, “I should write a post about that,” and she’ll say, “You should.” I treat her as my back-up brain – two days later, I’ll ask her,”What was that great idea I had for a post when we were watching Jersey Shore?” Sometimes she can remember, but sometimes she can’t. Darn unreliable back-up brains.
The notebooks contain nearly finished pieces, but unfortunately, they’re in the notebooks. And that’s often where they stay. Which is why Kelsea is going to have to keep everything that I have ever written on. Half-baked (as opposed to fully cooked) posts will also dwell for eternity on neatly lined pages if they take longer than a bus ride to finish. However, few of them – this one, for example – will, like a single-minded and determined sperm, make it to the promised land. But only a very few.
A draft is defined as “a preliminary version of a piece of writing” or, if you ask Mr. Webster online, “an instance of drinking”. I think for a lot of writers, there’s little distinction between the two. Just ask Hemingway. But at the end of the day, as I contemplate my 318+ drafts, I’m certainly inspired to drink a toast to them, and to all that someday-to-be-tapped creativity.
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August 9, 2011 at 11:56 pm
meerachandra
Writing is a really tough business.. Unlike you, I have no problem in deleting a half-done work. I have deleted more than 53 drafts till today. Sometimes after publishing a post, I’ve felt that it is not so good, so deleted it.. Thanks for the post..
August 10, 2011 at 6:54 am
Seasweetie
Interesting how some of us can do that. I wonder if its that same strange quality that leaves me unable to NOT finish a book I’ve started to read, no matter how bad it is?
August 10, 2011 at 6:30 am
quotidianhudsonriver
I think your drafts are much like the photographs that almost got picked to be in my blog. Sometimes I look back and wonder what on earth was I thinking, and sometimes I find a way to sneak them in…
August 10, 2011 at 6:55 am
Seasweetie
I understand – I know when I’ve published something that is “not my best work” as my old teachers might have said.
August 10, 2011 at 11:25 am
TheIdiotSpeaketh
318???? Ouch! I am the same way about quickly jotting things down and then forgetting about them. WE have a calender…in our bathroom…strategically placed in front of the throne….so that you can see what is on tap for the day…while you are “studying”…..and I am always grabbing a pen and scrawling stuff on the calendar as idiotic things pop into my head…..and then I spend the rest of the month staring at those little scrawls trying to remember what the heck they all meant…. 🙂
August 10, 2011 at 11:41 am
Seasweetie
Ah, throne thinking time! But that would mean I’d have to scrawl things on my shower curtain or on toilet paper. Actually, the toilet paper thing is probably realistic.
August 10, 2011 at 2:44 pm
slpmartin
I have notebooks all over the house and like you I don’t always have one where I need it…so I have scraps of paper…all types… all over the place with notes on them…and every now and then I remember what I was thinking about when I wrote the note. 😉
August 10, 2011 at 2:51 pm
Seasweetie
You get it, slp.