Hikaru has a fish. I have an idea about fish.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Why I Have a Treadmill
My novella has a name: Ocean. It even has the bare bones of a plot. This came from half an hour on the treadmill, during which I blasted my character's soundtrack and let my mind roam. I know how the novella starts, where my protagonist works, and more or less where the shit hits the fan and the mechanism behind it. There is also a personal message wound in, though I'm not sure people will see it. Or if they do, they'll wildly misinterpret it. For more on that, read this article on Cracked.com, about writers who meant one thing only to go down in history as meaning another. Makes you wonder how your words will affect people.
Hikaru has a fish. I have an idea about fish.
Hikaru has a fish. I have an idea about fish.
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"...the shit hits the fan..."
This is all that matters.
I don't recall ever having come up with any decent ideas or been inspired while exercising. This must be why I don't do it too often.
Jill loves our treadmill but I find it makes me dizzy and a bit queasy. Shame, because getting fit and stirring the brain while you're at it sounds a good gig.
Music, something mindless to do, and a half-baked story idea. That is the recipe.
It's a shame sometimes what it comes up with is totally unworkable (at least for me). So awesome that you got a good one out of it!
I need a treadmill because my exercise bike is lonely. I keep promising to visit it, but don't.
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