Randomly, I talk to myself, and tell stories as if they weren’t mine. Weird? I guess so.
That is what I call “wordoodling,” a term I coined just now (oct-12-2010;3:49AM).
Just like my randomly scattered doodles in notebooks, scripts, journals, sequence guides, speech plans, scratch papers, test papers, blue books, and even in wooden chairs at the university (before, when I still go to school, not that I’m out of school I just don’t go anymore–go figure), I also “doodle” words. Reason why I decided to just hit my blog, after months of being shelved, and talk with my laptop instead.
Have you tried staring blank to nowhere and actually see everything transform into a set-up you wanted to have for a talk? That’s it. Then you start to talk . . .
campus jock 