1. Sweeping: Since I write at my kitchen table, I get up and sweep my kitchen floor a lot. Something about the movement of sliding a straw broom over the tile floor centers me. I don’t know why, though. I’m not incessant about cleanliness.
2. Rearranging or removing the items on my table: Sometimes I can write in cluttered spaces. Other times I can’t. Today, I couldn’t, as evidenced by the boost of mental clarity I got when I took my bills and that bright yellow Clark and Halloran book off of my table. A sista could think then.
3. Listening to music: It never fails. Everytime I sit down to write a paper, I create an i-tunes playlist. I usually listen to gospel because I can get into that music best. Something about the music helps me channel a higher power to tap into that well of creative/analytical juice. Oddly though, I always end up writing the big portions of my papers sansmusic.
4. Reading Blogs/Email/Checking my blog comments: I am starting to get concerned about the ease that I have in breaking out of my writing – sometimes mid-sentence- to check my email/blog, or read a gossip blog. I swear I hope I’m not developing Adult ADD.
5. Googling: Since my version of Safari has a window near the url bar for Google searches, I’ve developed a compulsive habit of Googling everything. While this has been beneficial to my knowledge of bizarre and random things, I don’t know if it helps my writing.
It’s been a long time since I’ve written an in-class essay. I wonder how I’d do without all of these little things I do.
~I have spoken~