My Watcher 3 years ago: I steal my Watcher's ideas

So somewhere in my first year, we had to read Watcher at the Gates by Gail Godwin. I have no memory whatsoever about what this was so I read it again. Reading my old piece on what characteristics my Watcher had, I realize there is a slight or maybe significant difference to what characteristics my Watcher has now. So following this old entry, I will be posting another entry of the latter. For now, here is an insight to the type of Watcher I had back in 2010.

L'Orange - The Mad Writer
Just Art, no connection to this entry teehee
http://thefindmag.com/downloads/stream-lorange-the-mad-writer/

After reading “The Watcher at the Gate” by Gail Godwin, I have to be honest as to say I have no idea what the writer is talking about. First I tried to comprehend the very actions the writer set forth in his piece by different watchers. By this I came to understand that maybe, at least maybe he might be speaking about the very thing that makes us write or at least ‘how’ we write. Here is my attempt in describing my watcher:

I have a very talented watcher. But this watcher does not have the ability to let words flow continuously for a long period of time. My watcher, at least that’s how I see it, probably does not know that I exist therefore I have no problem with it. My only dilemma would be I cannot control what sentences would form for my watcher likes to write about many things.

My watcher is independent of itself but not its mind for I can always see it. I see what my watcher imagines and fantasizes and creates and I simply write it down. It is as though I steal my watcher’s ideas.

There is not much to say about my watcher for my watcher is unique and in itself inhibits unique abilities and imagination. Its mind is not always open for it takes days and days to sleep therefore the minute my watcher opens its eyes, I have to be well prepared and record every single moment of thought or it will be lost forever for my watcher does not repeat what it thinks.

I am a mere vessel where my watcher resides in me. I am simply the plain writer who records every single thought the watcher who lives within thinks of. I am the book keeper.