Per a friend's suggestion, and via The Artist's Way, I wrote some "morning pages" today as a way to get the writing juices flowing. Putting pen to paper, I tried my very best to keep my letters moving ahead of my brain. Or, more specifically, when I was about to write a new word I ditched whatever two or three other words I'd already anticipated and let a spontaneous word emerge on the page. I wrote fast, and my hand really hurt after three pages of this.
What strikes me now looking over these pages is how Shakespeare tends to be my go to. My pseudo-unconscious mind tends to default to Elizabethean diction, or even bits of phrases from specific plays by the Bard. In seventh grade, I played Macduff in our school production of Macbeth and around that same time I got way too into Kenneth Branaugh's completist version of Hamlet. It seems that I sponged up a lot of language at that age. Some words in my morning pages include: "bodkin" "remover to remove" "all's had" "spent swimmers" "willow" "banish" "glean what Afflecks" "pronouncement tame" "liege" "mortal souls" "sound alarums" "time of scythe" "our yesterdays" "naught but slumber" "to wit" and "we shall no more." Even my pseudo-unconscious is pretentious.
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