Welcome back to another bloghop, with #OpenBook. Here’s this week’s prompt.

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What’s one thing about your writing that you would change if you could do it easily?

Hi, everyone, first of all, it’s good to be back. Hopefully all the problems of the past month are now behind me, and I can resume normal blogging life. I’ve been without a fully functioning website and internet connection since July 20th, apart from a couple of brief periods, so I have a little catching up to do. If you’ve commented and I missed it, my apologies.

Anyhow, on with this week’s subject.

I have a problem with my imagination. A simple tweak would do wonders for my lifestyle.

Let me explain. There are a bunch of voices in my head. To make it simple, let’s call them the narrators. Each one of them has a story to tell me. It might be a new voice, with a new story, or it could be a familiar voice telling me another story with the same characters.

Where do they come from? I have no idea; they just turned up one day.

When it first started, I thought I was going mad.

Then, I spoke to other authors and found out that I wasn’t alone in getting my stories that way. But, there’s a problem. The voices all talk at once and have no regard for my time. Or any concept of when it’s appropriate to leave me alone.

They argue amongst themselves, shout to be heard and sulk if they can’t get a word in when they think they ought to. They will often wander off mid-story, only returning weeks or months later.

I’m still waiting for one from 2015 to come back and finish telling me their story. It’s annoying to have so many unfinished projects lying around, dependent on the whim of some ethereal voice that only I can hear.

The thing is, I know an easy way to shut them up. But I don’t want to take it.

A few years ago, for various reasons, including a severe trolling attack which resulted in a lot of online abuse, I was prescribed antidepressants.

The medication stopped the voices, and all my creativity, almost instantly. It may have helped me cope with life for a while, but the lack of anything going on in my head left me feeling bereft. I was glad when I was able to stop the medication.

I was more relieved than I can say to find that, as the effects of the medication receded, the voices returned.

Fortunately, or not, they were as strong as ever. And soon back to their old tricks, as if they hadn’t noticed anything untoward had just occurred.

What I need is a non-medical strategy that would round all these random voices up and keep them in check. Perhaps it could organise them in a way that was a little gentler on my thought process. This may be a bit radical, but I’d like to feel that I was in charge of what was going on. It is my brain, after all!

Perhaps they could learn not to shout at once, maybe have a roster or a designated speaking order.

An arrangement like that would be wonderful.

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