An example of the literary technique ‘stream of consciousness’ by SW member Emma Wilson that illustrates the benefit of free-flow writing. Getting down what comes into your mind without interruption can be a powerful stimulus that can help to kick-start the creative process and help you get inside the mind of a character.
I dream of silence.
Tap Tap, Scratch Scratch, Tick Tock, Cough.
That’s the sound of my life.
No wait, that’s just the dark hours. The evenings. The darkness.
Darkness means silence right? Nope.
Tap Tap, Scratch Scratch, Tick Tock, Cough
My days are not like this.
Oh no, they are much worse.
I DREAM of silence.
I rise from my bed to the ear piercing scream…
I lift my body unwillingly and lurch toward the high pitched screech,
Inevitably followed by the clatter of cereal bowls and cups in the kitchen.
Here we go again.
Oh god I dream dream dream of silence.
Tap Tap Bang Bang “I want juice!!”
I glance longingly back at the bedroom door and my inner clock starts the countdown.
How many hours until we are re-united once again in silence.
Tap Tap Bang Bang Hiss Bang Screech
Oh God I dream of silence.
“Darling, where are my car keys?” It starts again.
Oh Lord just give me five….
“Mummy I want my…. Honey I cant find them – Jesus is that the time?”
The day drags on, the air filled with noises. Screams and cries, giggles and groans.
The darkness of the coffee pulls me in… darkness, stillness, black and thick. Oh god im dreaming of silence.
As their heads hit the pillows and their eyes slowly close, little breaths and whispers escape their dreams.
Tick tock tick tock – counting down. Nearly time for sleep.
We meet again my dear old friend, a million noises have kept us apart.
Tick tock, click click and suddenly its dark.
His tinnitus takes over and tap tap here come the noises.
“Today in the news” – Lord above here we go again.
Tap tap scratch scratch Cough tap tap.
Finally he slips into sleep and the radio clicks one last time, finally the start of silence…
But then it starts…
I fear the silence.
“Is the oven off, is that bill paid. Did she clean her teeth – what was that noise, is that her out of bed?”
Holy hell I just want to sleep.
I dread the silence, because that’s when it starts – that’s when my day begins.
All the worries, all the questions, in the silence my fears sing.
I fear the silence.
But then the birds begin to sing.
Tap tap bang bang “mummy I’m thirsty”
I sigh, and rise and look to the bed – breath in and out and take a beat.
I dream of silence once more… that is until it starts again.
Blogged by Emma Wilson
…And look at why she did it…
Hi [Jo and Tracy]. I dont generally do this, but i blame both of you. It seems since joining the group my brain simply wont stop. The dam i put up around my creative brain has been ripped down and i cant stop the flow. I woke up last week (at around 3am) and my brain just would not stop. So for the first time in a long time i wrote it all down and didnt think about it again.
Last night i took a look at what was written. To be honest i don’t even REMEMBER writing the words – reading it over last night it made me giggle.
It is completely stream of consciousness but really does sum up the life of a mother of two in my eyes.. i thought it might interest you to see it. Normally i would simply leave these musings in my notebook never to be seen again – but after meeting a fellow “compulsive writer” in Lindsey last week i think it might interest people to see they are not alone when they write nonsense words on scraps of paper in the wee morning hours.
Hope you like it