Okay, so this post is irrelevant. Feel free to skip over it if you like. This is just what came of my professor asking the class, what goes on in your head. I wrote it down and then typed it up. I never edited it at all, so it's rough and likely very wrong grammatically. But I don't care. It's just a little impromptu prompt. Take it or leave it as you will, but it's personal, so no flames please.
What do I hear inside my head?
In a word, chaos. Whispers, giggles, anger, support,
shouting. There are voices that I recognize and voices that I don’t. I often
hear a male voice, perhaps belonging to the ex-boyfriend that broke my heart,
whispering that I am not good enough, that I should just quit. Another voice,
probably Blaise’s, yells back at him that I can do anything I want, that I am
invincible. There are times when my fictional sister stands over my shoulder
and administers tough love and harsh criticism of my work, and there are times
when all I hear is the soft voice of my dear, departed grandmother telling me
that this book is my master piece. I hear my own voice writing and re-writing
the lines in my head, even as I scrawl them across the page. There is music
too. Lyrics that I can identify with, words that inspire me, music that brings
me to tears.
And although the words come to me in many different forms,
through many different voices and use the words of others to express their own
opinions of me, this is still my mind. And all of the voices here are mine, my
own. I am my biggest critic and I am my own driving force. It may be chaos
inside my head, but I control this chaos. I have been for years.
And there you have it, the inside of my cranium.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I've things to do and places to be.
After all, it's already tomorrow and I haven't even finished yesterday yet!
Toodles.
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