Either ‘the birds were lying flow’, or ‘foreign pilitocs’ greatly interested me. Some, in fact, wondered if all of planet Mars just invaded my bloodstream. Involuntary spoonerisms like these have caused laughter and memories that needless to say, others have a far better recollection of that I have.
Me? I thought my newly acquired talent for involuntary creating weird words out of ridiculously dull ones was hilarious. I had it down to a tee.
“I much prefer a writer’s slow process from that one, flickering half a sentence in my head to it eventually making it into my handbag’s notebook or onto the internet. After all, writing in Ireland is a national illness, or a survival instinct of sorts. A lot of ideas come to me by my own form of public crowdsourcing; listening to people and picking up a few words here or there, thinking those words could eventually become a new piece.”
“Most of all, though, I had once again come to the realisation that I unfortunately need more sleep than the average, healthy person. At this stage so, I must start considering my continuous fights against tiredness and “forgetfulness” about needing a lot of sleep, as a pure character flaw.
Perhaps I should also consider this forgetfulness a deliberate act of personal terrorism because who doesn’t like being busy? Who doesn’t like being able to get up in the morning and continue to work and stay awake for the next 12+ hours without falling asleep after 2 hours?”