I am still in stream of consciousness mode, and all of the words that fall here are a reflection of the ten minutes I’ve given myself over to the typing. Listening to the Midnight Miracle on the way home from Cali I heard Dave Chapelle reflecting on the idea that when he is writing he isn’t really doing the hard work, but when he is thinking–dreaming and puzzling through his ideas, that is when he is doing the work–when he mustn’t be disturbed. I found that really interesting as a point of comparison to where i’ve been as a writer as of late. I’ve been neglecting that thinking part. I write and I shape the words to sound good, but the deeper thinking and meaning has legitimately been less of late. That is likely why my novel is #6,793 in Cyberpunk Science Fiction (Books). That’s trash. I know I can do better once I actually do better.
I’m not going to get into LitRPG in this post, but I will get back to that discussion at a later date. Honestly, the truth of my writing woes have more to do with the work I put in than anything else on the market. I have the stories. I know I can dive deep and make them worth the read. I’m going to be diving into one (that is not contracted) next and seeing what I will do with it after. It is about the writing now and turning that into what it was always meant to be, because I haven’t told my stories yet and I’m nearing 50 years of crawling around this hot blue planet.
It is high time I started saying stuff that matters.
Some Thoughts:
- Shorter than the last one, and yet the words are coming out a drip drip drip. I believe that drip will eventually become a flood that becomes a wave that becomes a way.