Waimea Bay - North Shore
[Warning: the following is a free-write that I’m publishing as a sort of experiment. It was written just now as a stream of consciousness with complete disrespect to syntax and grammar. It’s fun.
I hope that you find it readable despite the terrible sentence structure and run-ons.]
I want to write about Hawaii – but I find myself so lost in the experience that I’m finding it difficult to wrap it up. To capture it.
I would take a few steps back – in order to get a better view, grip, grasp on the experience in order to describe it in a way that resonates with me, but I’m in the middle of it.
It is not something that has already happened, which I can now reflect on – which is typical for most experiences that I write about. My normal writing style is either some thought or memory that was recently inspired, has ended, and is fresh in my mind for description, thought, consideration.
I think I’m so used to this normal experience pattern that my mind is thrown off by the relative length of this experience. This moment, sitting alone in my room on my bed, after breakfast but before heading out for the day, is the closest I’ve come to being able to separate myself from the enduring experience in order to reflect.
It’s a relief, really, because I planned on writing more – and although I have no reason to, I feel ever so slightly stressed when I feel like I should (?) be writing more.
That I’m missing something and it needs to be captured so that the impact of some certain event – a conversation, a scene – doesn’t fade into a weak watered-down description using stock words like “awesome, fun, amazing” – which lack any feeling whatsoever – especially in written word. In person these words can be used because they are complimented with big eyes, smiles, hand gestures, and emphasis.
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