The Dentist and Writing have a lot more in common than I would have thought, or maybe it’s just the laughing gas talking. But while sitting in that chair, doing my best to ignore the blue gloved fingers playing around in my mouth, I started to think about writing, or more specifically the creative process.
Now I’m not a fan of the dentist, or maybe I should say I’m not a fan of the dentist’s office and what goes on there. My dentist is a good guy and his assistants are nice, but the idea of going to the dentist’s office gives me the willies. I was glad to hear that my teeth haven’t decayed much since my last visit a year ago. The same old cavities that I will have taken care of next week before they get worse. The other teeth in excellent shape since I left the candy strewn home of my childhood (I have a horrible sweet tooth. Shh! Don’t tell my husband. 😀 )
So while sitting in the vinyl cover chair with the too bright light shining in my eyes I started comparing the dentist to writing.
- Sometimes I wake before I’m ready to work so I start at the screen in complete idiocy until my brain kicks in and I can work. By that time I want to do something else. This happens at the dentist office too. I’ve arrived before the dentist, sat in the chair, and stared like an idiot into space until he arrives. Then my brain kicks in and I want to do something else.
- My office chair is uncomfortable and unbending to seat in for too long. The dentist chair is uncomfortable and while it bends, my body type wasn’t made to bend in those areas. (I’m too short for the chair, and too tall to sit on the top half like a child.)The first draft always needs to be polished. So does teeth after the dentist scraps off all the plaque.
- Sometimes I fall asleep, or parts of my body do because I forgot to moved around every 15 to 30 minutes. I sometimes do that at the dentist too. Not sure how or why, but the last time was during a cleaning. Guess it was relaxing? At least it wasn’t during a root canal because there would be no way to explain that away.
- Writing hurts, so does shoving sharp objects into cavities.
- Some days I dread checking my emails, or responses to my blog, Twitter comments, or Facebook status. I never know when I’ll receive nasty news. The same with the dentist. I woke this morning, dreaded going to see what damage I’ve done to my teeth this time and waited for the news of how many cavities, root canals, or crowns I might need. It wasn’t so bad, but the waiting was horrible.
- Re-reading the scene you wrote the previous day shows you just how much editing you’ll have to do, how much you still need to learn about your world, and the people living in it. Going to the dentist just reminds you just how much you don’t know about brushing, flossing, and mouthwashing. And I thought mouthwashing was something you did just before making out with a boyfriend or hubby. 😀
The comparison list was much longer when I was at the dentist’s office, but I forgot the other points and, damn it all, the dentist refused to let me type it all down while he worked on my teeth. Something about the Smartphone getting in his way and having other patientsto see. 😀
If you have anymore to add, please comment below, I’d love to hear them! Have a great day everyone.