I’ve written a lot of angry shit these past few weeks. No-no, I’m not apologizing. If anything, it’s the world and all you fuckers living in it that should apologize to me. For what? For doing all the stupid shit that piss me off. What did you expect would happen when you elect madmen (and madwomen or madpersons) to rule your existence? Of course you’ll piss me off.
No, this week, I’m going to take you through my creative process. And that decision has nothing to do with me not knowing what else I should pen to paper. It’s not like there ain’t material around for something more incendiary or alienating. I just feel like writing something a bit more up-beat before next week, where I’ll bludgeon you with them truth-words yah’ll be lacking so fiercely in your regular every-day lives.
Okay, first thing you’re going to need when you want to create something, more specifically write something, is an idea. It doesn’t have to be much. It can be anything. Like, for instance, a discussion you had the other night with someone twice your age and half your weight, that smelled like roasted carrots and week old feline feces, while going home from a party with the last tram. Or it can be a horrifyingly visualized phrase that you can’t get out of your head in any other way than with industrial grade bleach. Or a pen.
Now, what you want to do is sit down. Bring up your paper or equivalent word processing software and try to nail your thought or idea into one solitary sentence. This will be your foundation. Or load bearing wall. Change it however much you want throughout the process, but always have one up.
The next part of the process is open to individualization. Personally, I stare at the watch for about ten minutes. It is feasible to stare at it longer than this, as long as you don’t stop doing it between the twentieth and the twenty-fifth minute. This is a vital detail that is easy to forget for the layman.
Now you should be ready to write down a paragraph or two. Get your project started. This is the part of the process where you will create the next best work you have ever produced. If that’s not the case, you’re doing it wrong. If the words that you put down on paper at this junction are not next-to-perfect, you’ve failed following my instructions, and the only advice I can responsibly give you is to erase everything you’ve scribbled up to this point and start over. Preferably with a bit of bourbon in your coffee. Or with less coffee in your bourbon.
If you have cleverly avoided this very dangerous pitfall in the creative process, you can read on. These next steps are crucial to reaching perfection.
I usually notice a little tumbleweed of hair and dust making a pilgrimage towards the kitchen. What follows now is a variable multiple-choice response that you need to get on-top of without a moments hesitation.
Option 1: If the bundle of skin, hair and murdered textile fiber reaches the end of your kitchen, you need to pick up the closest unopened envelope and start examining every line of text and graphical design of it. Memorize every detail. This will become very important later in the process. But if the envelope is for a bill, you’re not allowed to pay it. Not until you’ve finished your writing project. If you do, you can regard that act as a failure state.
Option 2: If the bundle of skin, hair and murdered textile fiber instead makes it’s way out of the kitchen, you need to stay there and check up on the contents of your fridge. Whether you end up having a snack or not, it’s imperative that you open and close the fridge door, no less than three times and no more than seven times. The doors to dry storage, cabinets and a possible freezer are included in this count, but be sure that the fridge door is the first and last door you open.
Option 3: If the bundle of skin, hair and murdered textile fibers latch onto a carpet, threshold or the leg of a stool and/or chair, you will need to clean your house or apartment. All of it. You will need to channel your innermost methedrine-fueled housewife like a shamanistic spirit animal, and whatever spiritual effort that is required of you to achieve this higher state of being will be worth it. This is the most dangerous part of the creative process, and perhaps the most important one. All the floors need to be vacuumed, including shelves. You can ignore the top of bookcases or window sills, but other than that you will need to banish every mite of dust. Do not enter your bathroom. If you do, you will also need to scrub the toilet and make insincere plans to wash your shower curtain. If you do not have a shower curtain, you will need to spend at least five minutes figuring whether or not you need one. The results of this conundrum are not important to the process.
Once you have completed either of the three options, you may resume writing. But before you do, you should re-read what you have already committed to text. At this moment, you will find your scribblings to be less than ideal in quality. As such, you will erase it. All of it. And start from scratch.
Do not lament. You will feel pride in yourself. In that you can make such an executive decision with your work. Not only that, but the words will pour from you like ambrosia from a goblet of the gods. It is possible that you will find distractions throughout this step, but those will be minor ones. Like a collection of the hundred cutest cat-snake or river-puppy pictures on the internet. This is fine. In no time whatsoever, you should have finished your project. Well, the first draft that is.
You should take some time away from your project now. Take a walk. Outside is preferable. Have dinner. Do not watch television. You should be away from your work for at least two hours. And when you come back, you can really get elbow deep in the literary carcass you now see before you. Because at that moment in the process, you will find that at least a third of what you have written is worse than what you started with. And it will have to be erased. Do not fear. This is perfectly natural for a creative creature. The devastating panic you’re sensing shall only fuel a mad dash, for circa thirty minutes, as you try to restore what you have erased. And to fill all the narrative or rhetorical holes that litter your production.
I feel that I must warn you that you may feel obliged to clip your toenails or trim the hairs in your nose at this point, but do not listen to that bitch of a siren’s song. That self-conscious harlot-specter of grooming will try to rip you away from finally finishing, but you cannot listen to her musing. Push her out of your mind. Preferably under a bus. You’re close now.
While ignoring the ghost of inadequacy, re-write a third of your sinking ship of a writing project. Do this right before your deadline. These panicked and fearful words shall be the best you have ever or ever will produce, and you will never ever feel proud of them.
You lean back. Breathe for the first time since you sat back down. Stare with abject horror at this patch-work homunculus of semi-literate word-garble. You look around. Look back at the screen. Sigh in self-critiquing defeatism and hit the save icon. And then you’re finished.
/Sebastian Lindberg 16/5-2017