When the Brain Works Faster Than The Fingers

What do you do when you just can’t keep up with the flow of words? It’s been one of those days today. This story has been bouncing around my head all day. I’ve had characters arguing, chatting and generally making a nuisance of themselves in the supermarket.

Okay, it was me being a nuisance in the supermarket. I’ve been carrying my big green notebook everywhere for the last few days. Today I must have abandoned my trolley a dozen times while I made notes and tried to capture snippets of dialogue and action.

I’m turning into one of those infuriating people who stand and chat, blocking the aisles, causing traffic jams and inciting the odd incidence of trolley rage. Only I’m not talking to a real person. I’m talking to a voice in my head. A person in my head 😐

As I’ve said before, I should be a recluse while I’m writing. It’s safer for all concerned.

Anyway, back to the point of this post. I’m never going to win a medal for speed typing , but I am way beyond the hunt and peck stage. I can even occasionally look out of the window and still have a recognisable sentence when I look back at the screen, but what do you do when the words flow at about ten times the speed you can type?

I’ve tried using a dictaphone but that was a miserable failure. It may have had something to do with the fact that I was out on a training run and was heading down a hill at a rate of knots as I recorded it, but I don’t think so.

When it came time to type it up it didn’t feel right and it wasn’t just the heavy breathing.  Somehow I couldn’t resist the urge to fiddle with the sentence structure and make changes to the dialogue as I was transcribing. It didn’t have the ‘freshness’ of words typed directly onto the page.

I know most of it gets changed at the editing stage anyway, but editing too early doesn’t work for me at all. The dictaphone method lends itself to premature fiddling, so I need another way.

Maybe I should just learn to type faster. I do most of my writing on a little Advent Notebook type thingy with quite a small keyboard. It’s super light and easy to lug around with me.

I did wonder if the smaller keyboard would be a problem, but I’m so used to it now that typing on a full size keyboard causes me more grief than working on my baby.

Oh well, this isn’t getting the story written – though it is good typing practice.  But, if I don’t get some more writing done now I’ll never sleep tonight. I have a tough workout planned for later as well, so I’d better get moving.