No Restrictions

Being able to write about anything is the hardest type of assignment especially in Experimental Fiction. Experimental Fiction is hard enough at least for me anyway. You have to push the boundaries but stay inside the lines of what is grammatically correct. Unless of course you'r doing run-ons and comma splice's on purpose so that it pertains to your piece, then its okay. I ask myself how is walking zombie dounuts not pushing the boundaries enough? My brother said that maybe the dounuts should have ran around eating women, children, and babies and then it would have pushed the boundaries. I've learned one thing, never have a happy ending in experimental fiction. Happy endings don't exsist in the world of experimental fiction. Experimental Fiction is the only class in the world that makes me feel straight laced, uptight even, and not eccentric enough. This is the breaking point. This is the point where someone has to say enough is enough. I'm going to have to turn my thinking around, 360 degrees around. I look at experimental fiction as death. Every Saturday night it comes for me and haunts my dreams. I know I have to wake up on Sunday and by 10 p.m. I have to have a blog up. A blog that is provocative and long enough to show that I may actually know what I am talking about. I enter the world of experimental fiction where life is death and death is living. The clouds are on the ground and grass is in the skies. The stress. Hoping that this is the piece that makes me a good writer. Or the next one or the next one. The anixety. Hoping that this isn't the piece we read out loud. The embarressment. The embarrassment of failure in front of The Professor. Failure is not a factory installed option. Where did I hear that from? A movie ? The anguish. That I have to start all over again and hope that this time I've gotten it right. Why did I want to be a writer? Hit or Miss, Hitt or Miss. MISS-Restrictions applied.

A look Inside My Mind

The Product
Stream of consciousness lack of  (peanuts) ego. Writing down only what my (highlighter) mind is thinking. Sex, cats, dog. How can anyone write (water bottle) anything serious when you're not supposed to use your ego in Automatic Writing. Iphone, remote, underwear. I just realized how long it takes to keep the Thought Process up and focused. The pen should never leave the page, you should never re-read what you have written (towel) you should (TV) just keep writing (Sonny, Sonny, Sonny). This is actually a lot harder than writing normally. Normally meaning thinking (sauna is hot) about what you're writing instead of just streaming different (cloud) ideas like a video (Popeye's biscuit for breakfast). Online, video, Jurassic Park. I used to be scared of (foot) Jurassic Park and Jumanji as a child. I'd though (finger) the dinosaurs would (1,2,500) come after me. (Enough words) title, underline, 500 words. Sneeze ! that one hurt...My brain can't think when and after I sneeze. All I see is blank, the sneeze or the sneeze's? is done. For me, Automatic Writing is hard. This is the product, what is the process (water bottle)? 174 words, not enough. Does this Dada technique, is it suppose to open my mind to other possibilities of writing? I wonder if it's working.

The Process
I took out Alycia's notes on writing and looked at her definition of Automatic Writing, "Stream of consciousness, lack of ego of the author". I put my pen on a piece of paper  and just began to let my mind and hands do the work. I realize I get distracted very easily that's why their is a ton of random words my writing bracketed off in parenthesis. That's how my mind wanted to write it. I just kept writing until (the only time I used my ego) I felt the piece was long enough and it was finished. I went to my blog, typed it up, and for the first time I actually read through what I wrote...

Writing About Writing but Not Writing About Writing About Cats

How do you write about writing but not writing? Also, how do you write about writing without saying 'I'? Technically Lena just said 'I' so she just broke the rules. Technically, right now, Lena is writing but shes not going to write about writing shes just going to write. But then if Lena writes about cats and only cats is that writing? Yes, it's writing but it's not writing about writing it's just writing about cats. Lena could write a whole book on cats. Big cats, small cats, medium sized cats...if there is such a thing? But if Lena were to write a book about cats would you consider that a book about writing or a book about cats? Or would you consider it a book about writing about cats. Here's a sample:
There was a cat named Sonny
 Sometimes he acted really funny
 He'd fart on Lena's pillow
Then look out the window and
And hop around like a bunny.
 Lena would be writing but not about writing, she'd be writing about her cat but in writing about her cat she'd be writing but not writing about writing. WRITING.
  And also, what kind of cats would Lena write on? And what about this blog? Is this blog about cats or is it about writing, what do you think? Lena thinks it's a blog about cats but Lena's confusing that's why you can't understand her blog or her writing or her cats.