Still running my mind through all the stuff I pulled out of the aether when writing this novel I’m now trying to rewrite.
It is a very satisfying feeling when I find a way to make the pieces fit. A connection clicks and it’s like ‘ah, yes, that must be what I was really planning all along…’
The less I plan, the more I realize I don’t need to. It just gets in the way for me. My true style is ‘write whatever comes to mind and make it sensible later.’
You should try it! Trust yourself to be able to make it work, and revel in the freedom of writing on whims.
Ritual, magic, mystical powers–these things seem to comfort and guide people much easier than facts or science.
One of the short stories at the end of the glass bead game features a ‘rain maker’, a sort of shaman type figure who is in charge of when to plant crops, and is supposed to warn of impending storms and droughts, etc. One night, there is a meteor shower, and the village is freaking out, thinking that the world is at an end. The shaman notices that all the stars he’s familiar with are not moving, and determines that this must be something going on in the air between the earth and the stars, not something happening to the stars themselves. He tries at first to tell people this, to explain to them with facts and logic why they should not be afraid, but he can reach no one. When he starts chanting a ritual song, however, the village joins in with him, and unites as one in their chanting at the fiery sky.
This made me think. There is value in religion and ritual in uniting people to a cause. Facts and logic may work on certain types of people, but they often do not. People are not often calmed or spurred to action by statistics or data or proofs.
Perhaps scientists and economists and other figures working in logical and fact based professions should learn the language of ritual, magic, and religion. Maybe with this knowledge, they could find a way to state their warnings and advice in words that will actually sink in.
Glass bead game has made a slight turn for the better. The main character came up with some of the same complaints I had, and left the order of cloistered obsessives to live in the actual world and do something real with all his knowledge–tutor a child.
His story now seems to be over now, though, and I’m left with several short stories and poetry to close out the novel… very strange structure.
At least not a total waste of time though.
Reading through this old pile of words, I feel I’m going to have do do a lot of creative interpreting to make it all fit together and make sense. Which is fun. Sometimes when I’m writing I feel like I’m just scattering ideas out there, and I’ll figure out how they are all related later. Actually that’s how it is most the time…
Any dots that don’t fit in the picture, well I’ll just erase them!
That thing I was talking about that had gripped me? Yeah, well, it let go…
I’m really terrible at staying focused…
Now I’ve decided to try something new that I’ve never done in my life… rewriting!
I’m going to go back over one of my unfinished novels, clean it up, and see if I can find the thread of what I was doing and follow it to an end of some kind.
I had around 40k words, so, it seems a shame to let it all go to waste.
Let’s see if I can make something out of it.
Also, its a fun sci fi adventure, instead of whatever pretentious nonsense I was trying to write just now. Got to get back to my roots!
Is so very hard to find sometimes. There is no clear path to success, no obvious next step. Everything must be done with the high likelihood that it is a complete waste of energy and time.
I sometimes feel like I’m in a vacuum. That, or one tiny voice in a howling hurricane made of other people.
Will anyone notice if I stop? Does anyone know I’ve started?
Okay, that’s enough melancholy for the week…
I just saw the trailer for this new Netflix show combining Jessica Jones, Nick Cage and Iron fist, and it looks terribly tiring and boring.
People punching each other and things exploding is the realm of the mass produced super hero blockbusters we’re all so sick of. The Netflix super hero shows, for the most part anyway, have been thoughtful, interesting and character driven. Whatever this is, it doesn’t look like that, and it seems to have completely missed the point of why these other shows were so popular.
Did anyone really watch Jessica Jones to see her punch and kick people? Or was it the interesting aspects of her character and her struggle with her past? Her development from being a cold loner to being able to trust people? Did people watch Nick Cage to see him punch and kick people? Or was it the intrigue of the character and the message the story contained about crime and the prison system?
Maybe I’m in the minority. Maybe people really do want another ‘team of super heroes punch people and blow stuff up to defeat the super bad-guy that threatens the whole city’ story. There are about a dozen of them per year these days, after all. People must really enjoy them.
I hope I’m wrong and this show is interesting. But I’m expecting wisecrack overload, cool guys walking away from explosions, and twenty minutes of consequence free fight scenes every episode.
Prove me wrong Netflix!