“The quote may be heard, but dialogue is overheard.” Sentences like that, from Writing Tools by Roy Peter Clark, offends me. The surrounding text clarifies its meaning, but to rely on such specific word choice to convey a specific lesson is the reason why I may never formally educate myself through a writing program. With media like this, I’ll skip through these offensive sections, learn what I can, then move onto the next media meandry.
If distraction causes clutter, then instead of taking the convenient option of being distracted, take that time to sit with your thoughts. “Do you want to watch anything?” “No, thanks.” I reclined in the dentists’s chair, jaw forced agape, and throughout the hour with eyes closed under sunglasses, I thought about life. If I had, instead, tried to concentrate on some movie through the drilling, anesthesia, mild sickness, and fatigue, what would I have gained?
It seems like there’s a monkey behind my right eye that prevents me from enjoyment. It’s hard for me to focus. I can’t write too well. Writing doesn’t flow naturally for me in these sorts of headaches. I would have been able to form an elegant bead of thoughts together into a nice necklace of a sentence, but instead, I am just left thinking about the cause of this headache. Stress, allergies, or general ennui?