Discovering the Relevance of Words
I can’t think effectively if I’m sitting still. I’m not a doctor, but I suspect it’s because all the blood in my body just gets bored and stops moving. This renders my brain unable to form actual thoughts it becomes sluggish and… picking right words… is hard… and slow.
Whoa. See that. It happened just then. I was sitting in my chair for way too long without pacing. I had to get up for a second to clear my head.
This is how my writing sessions always go. A few minutes tapping out sentences followed by a few longer minutes walking the floor of my kitchen and singing along to the Rush on the stereo. Sometimes I throw a few punches at the air in a Rocky-esque fashion, you know, if I feel especially good about the crappy short story I’m working on.
Yes, I am a pacer. Not a Pacer like Roy Hibbert, though we both bring a much needed physicality to the game and I’ve been told we look alike, but a pacer in the sense that I move a lot. You could say I fidget, if you want to be a dick about it. I can’t help it. It’s always been that way. Back in school I couldn’t study without wearing a cartoon groove in the floor if my bedroom as I thought.
I think it has to do with distraction. I like to think while I’m walking just like I like to write while listening to music. Maybe I can’t do one thing at a time. Too much focus obscures my goal instead of clarifying it.
You ever find that your peripheral vision is better than your regular vision at night? What I mean is, in the dark, it’s easier to see out of the corners of your eyes than it is to see straight on. You ever notice that? I think its kind of like that.
Do you pace?