I have to think in terms of paragraphs and sentences. So people would think I am a normal human being, and not a weirdo who is probably into some funky shit no one should be into. We pretend to be normal so that people could empathise. But why would we want to please them? Who are these people anyway that they must command our desire to be normal? Why do we want for them to accept us? Why am I speaking/writing/thinking in the first person plural?
I am writing this in FocusWriter. That rectangular portion of the screen which functions as the ‘sheet’ of paper is transparent, so that the wallpaper is visible behind it. The wallpaper is a sci-fi setting. It’s a group of astronaut-scientists in this semi-alien, maybe post-apocalyptic landscape. In the deep background is the ruins of what looks like a giant industrial factory. The scientists are wearing shiny suits with that retro plastic bubble helmet. I don’t know why I am describing these things to you, dear reader. I just like you to know what I am dealing with here. So that you would not be surprised why all these words are coming out like this.
FocusWriter is pretty kewl
Maybe I’d write something science-fiction-like. I just like this writing set-up, and I want to make full use of it. I am pretty sure I would be able to produce something with this. Something long maybe something that needs an outline? I need to learn how to write in such a way that it is easy to edit later on. That would be a kind thing to do for my future self. Imagine how many articles and books you’d be able to write with that skill. Always though, hard work and consistency is involved. I read somewhere that Danielle Steele, famous writer, works more than eighteen hours a day. She averages fours of sleep daily. She writes so much that she doesn’t have that much time to read books. She makes Stephen King look lazy. It’s scary how obsessive she is.
Of course it’s not enough that one should just write. I like Stephen King’s work ethic more, in that he incorporates reading sessions in his work day. I think it is important that a writer also reads, for research and inspiration purposes. Just writing, without any research seems too self-absorbed. It just makes writing a solipsistic sort of activity, or rather ‘more’ of a solipsistic activity than it already is. One should at least attempt to engage, if not with the outside world, then at least with other human beings, other minds. Minds preserved on paper. But who knows, maybe that kind of solipsistic writing has its own merits. Like, extreme originality, or extreme weirdness.
None of these make much sense yet, but just throwing words at the paper, maybe something would stick.
Show yourself to be alien and original enough, but not so much that you would scare the reader away. The reader for a time is our customer, and because she is our customer we must take great care that her demands be met. The reader demands satisfaction, escape, adventure, those vicarious thrills. This is a mercenary way to look at it.
This young woman is all alone in the world. She has only her books – shelves and shelves of them, to entertain her, to help her deal with the boredom. She is immortal, she doesn’t grow old. She doesn’t need to eat much. Just enough. Probably she can even gain nourishment through photosynthesis. In the far post-apocalyptic future, living in her sealed mansion, she’d have turned crazy so many years ago if it weren’t for the presence of these minds preserved inside the books in the vast library/museum/building. Maybe she actually has gone crazy. But because her mind got bored of being crazy, it became sane once more. Periodic moments of insanity and lucidity, alternating forever.
She picks a book at random and opens it somewhere in the middle. She reads the first paragraph, then the second, and so on. If she finds it interesting she would read the first page of the book and continue on until she finishes it. There is no fear of running out of things to read soon.