Stream of Consciousness Writing: Let the Words Run

stream of consciousness writing is like a garden hose

This morning, I unleashed a flood of words on my friend in the Philippines. Paragraphs of random thoughts, dopey ideas, and just pure nonsense. She hasn’t blocked me yet, so guess we’re still friends.

Why do I do this? Mostly because stream-of-consciousness writing is one of my oldest creative habits. It works like a garden hose that hasn’t been open up in years. At first, the water sputters, sprays, and makes a mess. But if you let it flow, it clears. Rust, doubt, overthinking—all of it washes away. And then, suddenly, the words start to run clean, smooth, and creatively thirst quenching, to use a really ridiculous metaphor.

Julia Cameron calls this “morning pages” in The Artist’s Way. Three pages, written by hand, first thing in the morning with no editing or judgment. I sometimes call it clearing the pipe. The goal isn’t polish. It’s movement. Momentum. Discovery. And a little fun.

You don’t need a friend to send it to, although it’s often more fun if someone gets to experience the nonsense too. You don’t need a plan, a theme, or even a coherent sentence. Just open a notebook or a blank document, give yourself permission to write badly, and watch what emerges. Five minutes can clear the rust. Ten minutes can bring clarity you didn’t even know you were looking for.

Late nights and early mornings, those moments of half-wakefulness, they’re perfect for this. The inner critic is weaker, the brain is sloppy, and ideas slip out easier. Messiness is the point. Chaos is the fertilizer for creative growth.

Over time, this practice trains your creative muscle. It builds trust with your own voice. It primes you for the moments when inspiration does show up, so you’re ready to catch it. And sometimes, just sometimes, the words you spill end up being the seed of something bigger.

Want to see what happens when the hose really runs? I expanded on this idea in a full essay on my main blog. Check it out here and see how messy words can lead to clean, surprising clarity.

Direction

Hello my friends! How’s your summer going so far? Here in Atlanta, things are about as good as they can be when the air feels like it’s trying to murder you. Atlanta is the only place I’ve ever lived where it can be 97 degrees outside and someone will still be walking around in three layers under a hoodie. Just thinking about it gives me heat stroke.

Heard any good podcasts lately? I recently read that the podcast boom is officially over, and it’s now harder than ever to launch or sustain a new show. That hasn’t stopped a ton of people from trying, though. As you may have noticed (hopefully?), the Outta Toon Podcast has been on hiatus for a little while. I figured it might be a good time to talk about what’s going on with the show and where it might be headed. So let’s dive in, shall we?

There are very few creative experiences I’ve enjoyed more than podcasting. Back in the days of The Life in a Kilt Podcast and This Epic Disaster with Cheri Brown, I genuinely looked forward to being back in the studio every week. We had a blast putting together silly, entertaining shows and trying to squeeze out at least a few laughs each time.

Solo podcasting, though, is a different beast. I knew that going in, and I still gave it my best shot. In spite of its challenges, I’ve had a good time with it and I think I’ve done okay.

Last year brought a few health issues that pulled me away from the mic more than I wanted. My original plan was to do two 30-minute episodes a week. That lasted until my content ideas started drying up. When Cheri and I did a show together, we could often sit down with zero notes and still fill an hour. That was sometimes painfully obvious—but still, the energy was there. Having someone to bounce ideas off of makes everything easier. Conversations spark new ideas. One thing leads to another, and suddenly you’ve filled an hour with things you never planned to say.

But when it’s just me? I’ve only got one brain to draw from—and it’s not always on fire. I can structure a show around stories, news, or facts, but sometimes my own life just isn’t that riveting. My apologies to you, and to myself. I probably overthink it, but I never want to crank out an episode that feels like filler. Not too often, anyway.

One thing I’ve noticed about myself as I’ve gotten older is that I’ve become… less opinionated. (My wife might debate that.) I still care about the world, I still have strong thoughts about politics and social issues, but I’ve never really been the activist type. I’ve been a vegetarian for over 30 years, but I’ve never preached about it. I’ve always believed people are allowed to have their own paths and perspectives. Who am I to try and change someone’s mind?

I do have opinions, sure—but I’m not convinced the world needs more of them right now. Especially loud ones. We’re all a bit burned out on hot takes, right?

And that’s tricky, because podcasting—at its core—is often about opinions. Even if it’s a show full of facts, it’s still someone’s take on those facts. And honestly? I’m kind of over the sound of my own take.

So now I’m in a bit of a creative limbo. The first year of Outta Toon felt like it had momentum. But lately, I’ve sensed that the show’s lost some of its direction—and that might be because I’ve stopped taking strong positions on things. I’ve been wrestling with big questions:

Should I keep doing this?
Does it have a purpose?
Can I give it a purpose again?

Look, I get it—I’m not out here trying to be Meet the Press. I’m not chasing a Pulitzer. I’m just trying to make something that’s fun, thoughtful, weird, and worth your time—even if that episode happens to be about farts, beer, and masturbation. I may not be highbrow, but I like to think my brow is at least higher than the norm. Lately, it’s been sagging a little, and I hope this break helps me figure out where I want to take things.

That said—I do plan to bring the show back.

I’m aiming for October. I’ll use the time to rework a few things and hopefully come back with a clearer direction. The idea for the podcast has always been to create something for the “creative outsider”—but what does that actually mean? A lot of my listeners trickled over from the Life in a Kilt Podcast days, and I still feel like that spirit is alive in Outta Toon. But I need to figure out how to build on it.

To be honest, I get very little feedback on the show. I don’t really know who my audience is—or what they want to hear. I joke that no one listens, but I do see downloads happening. It’s weird feeling like I’m talking into a void, but I still enjoy doing it.

So. In conclusion, graduates: “As you travel through this turbulent human journey, life is what you make it.” And so are podcasts. I’m still figuring out what I want mine to be. I’m still in it. I just need some time to regroup and refocus. Thanks for hanging in there with me.

127: Break

We’re moving into summer. Keep it hot, y’all.

126: Tribute

This week I’ve been clicking off chores and breaking eggs. Not necessarily on the same list, mind you. Have you noticed you listen to music differently as you age? In fact, your entire relationship with music changes as you get older. But that doesnt stop tribute bands. They’re showing up by the dozens. I wonder if they get tribute groupies. I’ll bet they do. Let’s consider that until next time.

125: One Dope Pope

In this week’s show I confront the absence of wifi and the presence of a new Pope. This is the kind of week I’ve had. Hope yours is great! See you soon.

124: Beat It, Kid!

Welcome to episode 124 and welcome to May! It’s all going by so fast! This week I ponder moving to Tampa Bay in order to save my life. Also, I remember back to the days when I sat in the office of a retired professor who told me I should self-pleasure myself. Ah, memories. The Outta Toon Tune Up this week challenges you to get outside your box and, of course, we discuss many more things which we’ll all forget in a few days. Take care of yourself and come back next week.

123: Books and Birthdays

This week we discuss more about the things that make creativity difficult and why it’s so hard being an artistic person. We all know about these things, right? I hope it’s not just me. This is my birthday week so come on over for some cake and beer. In the meantime, let’s chat again next week when I’m much older and wiser. Unless you don’t show up and I have to drink all the beer.

122: Big, Burly Dudes

On this episode I give a salute, shout out and a round of appreciation to big, burly dudes. Hey, can’t a man give another man some attention without being… Oh, shut up. This week I’ve been a bachelor and have completely ruined the bachelor life for bachelors everywhere. Sorry, guys. There’s other stuff here if you want to get into it. Try it out. Get in touch. Or are ya chicken??

121: Falling Wood

I’ve been sheltered in place, writing a play. More about that later. But I’ve also been watching trees fall which is kinda fun. If you aren’t watching “The Americas” narrated by Tom Hanks, its quite enjoyable. Give it a spin. Other than that, I’ve been listening to new music and turning down young women begging me for sex. So what’s new with you? See you next week.

120: Lighting Up

This week I’m battling the urge to smoke. Why? Someone get me a therapist and we’ll all know. Today we discover the worst states to have a baby and the things you can’t eat in other countries. Sorry, folks, this is the podcast. Finally, I plead for you to recognize that you aren’t special. This is why no one wants to listen to this podcast. Last show is about drinking, this one is about smoking. Crap. Oh well. I’ll try again next week.