Ada's Chicken Scratch

Fast or Slow?

2008-07-21T18:46:00.000-07:00

I've been thinking lately about how people think (re: my latest blog). You know how there are two types of muscles (supposedly)? Fast-twitch and slow-twitch? Well, I'm supposing brains work the same way. There are some brains, fast-twitch, which take everything in and spit out a thought/solution *snaps* like that. They're quick and they think on their feet, but they're not necessarily the best students or the smartest people in society. They don't always get the right answers, but usually they get there (right or wrong) quickly. Then there's the slow-twitch. Their minds take in all of the information, mull over it a bit, and eventually pop out the correct solution to whatever problem they were working on. They're not so quick, and they take a while to catch on to stuff. They're usually at the top of their class and hold the "smart" jobs. They usually get the right answer, but they don't always get there quickly. Each "twitch" is smart in its own right. I believe I'm fast-twitch. Which are you?

Life-Lessons

2008-07-10T19:29:00.001-07:00

I've been slowly working on breaking out of the stranglehold of the writer's block. I've had a couple ideas that I'm working on, but so far nothing is manifesting itself as being a "YES!" idea. Maybe a little more exploration is needed.

I was talking to a friend of mine today (not so much a friend, yet, as an acquaintance). He was telling me about growing up, and how he used to do drugs and drink and such. He seemed somewhat regretful about it. He looked like he was trying to downplay it, too. I tend to read too much into expressions, but his "I've done so much crack that I can't remember nothin'. I even forget my girlfriend's name sometimes" seemed heartfelt. He got a distant look in his eyes. Anyway, it made me realize the importance of talking to people. Now, I'm not a people person, generally speaking, and I don't like to talk too much to the same person about absolutely nothing. But I love to talk to strangers about anything. They're usually so interesting. I love trying to imagine life from behind their eyes. I wonder what they see, how everything looks to them, how their mind works, and how they see me (Does that make me self centered? I think not). Sometimes I get lost in staring into their eyes and trying to imagine it that they look at me like I suddenly sprouted a third eye on the end of my nose.

Enough of that. I don't want people thinking I'm crazy, now, do I?

Ciao,
Ada

Good Evening To All...

2008-07-05T18:39:00.000-07:00

Hello there, and welcome to my blog. Well, at least, it's supposed to be a blog. I've never been terribly good at keeping up with blogging. Alas, I shall try again.

A little about me, to start things off. My name is Ada. I'm currently majoring in Creative Writing, and I hope to some day be a published author of something or other. As of now, I'm leaning toward fiction. I try my best to write, and to write at least something every day. But recently I've been feeling under the weather. I think I've caught a case of writer's block, and I don't know what to do about it. The doctor's can't think of any treatments for me, and their advice is always the same: "Wait it out, drink lots of fluids, and rest." Well, I have trouble just "waiting it out," unfortunately I'm not of legal age to drink the kinds of fluids that would free my mind, and rest seems to be more difficult now that I've got a backup of creativity flooding my subconscious. Every time my head hits the pillow and my eyes close, and I feel that I am so close to giving in to the delicious draw of sleep, something stirs my mind. My remedy thus far has been a store-brand benadryl and a good book.

Speaking of books...Well, I'll save that for another time. Wouldn't want to bore you with my first blog, now would I?

Ciao, Ada