I write for a living.
Which you might think means I also type for a living. And I do, sort of. But not really.
When I write, it’s a few words
followed by a few more
followed by some pausing
and some thinking
some re-reading
some back-spacing
some re-typing
some fixing
a little more typing
some re-writing
you get the idea.
Not usually a whole lot of straight-out typety-typing.
Until yesterday, that is, when I had to actually transcribe a long document that I then needed to edit.
And can I just say? It was the weirdest thing.
As I started typing this long, dry stretch of text, I literally looked at my fingers flying across the keys and thought, “How do they even know what they are doing? I am not consciously thinking about which key I need to hit for each letter. I don’t even understand what my fingers are doing right now.”
I literally thought all that – while my fingers were still flying across the keys.
Ok, so… what is that?
Muscle memory?
Finger memory?
Repressed memories?
Whatever it is, I find it fascinating that one part of my brain could perform at that level while another part of my mind could barely grasp what was going on.
Makes me wonder what else in my life might be happening just outside the edge of my “conscious control.”
Anything else that I’m doing without thinking?
Or even realizing?
And is that
always
a good thing?
Hmmmm.
Photos by R-girl at Junk Bonanza 2011
by julie rybarczyk
