I miss Thinking

In my late teens I used to go sit in all night cafe’s by myself and think for hours on end. I imagined ways in which the world could work, other universes, strange consciousness, other creatures, alien landscapes–all without a smartphone or even a book. Just free refills of coffee and my imagination.

I miss that kind of driven mind-wandering. It wasn’t idle thoughts while waiting for time to pass–I went there specifically to sit and do some hard thinking. That was often my plan for the evening…

I only wish I’d written some of those thoughts down. At the time they seemed unimportant, or things that anyone could be thinking.

But I don’t believe many people think very hard about anything anymore.

I hope thinking isn’t a lost art. Perhaps I just need to meet more thinkers…

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Notice things

I find that I often am oblivious to things right next to me. I spend way to much time in my head, thinking about anything other than what I’m doing and where I am in the moment.

Lately I’ve been making a conscious effort to notice the things around me. What objects are near me? What are they for? What people or smells? How would I describe them?

It’s startling how many things I see, and think to myself ‘I’d never have known that existed, if I didn’t try specifically to look at the things around me.’ That’s how much of a head-in-the-clouds kind of person I am…

The City and the City, by China Mieville

I finished reading The City & The City and was impressed, intrigued and am interested in reading some of his other books.

A murder investigation in a foreign city which is actually two cities who spend their days ignoring each other… what could go wrong?

I found this crime novel to be very creative, and though it is not quite fantasy or sci fi, it is not exactly in our world either (this city obviously doesn’t exist, though its location is real enough). Nothing supernatural is involved, besides the strange powers of the human mind to be blind to the things we train ourselves to unsee.

The story was quite engaging and exciting, and the mystery very gripping. Only at the very end did it lose a bit of steam, when it fell into the cliche of the hero and villain having a long conversation to explain all of what happened while pointing guns at each other. Otherwise, a very satisfying read and I’m glad I picked it up.

I’d recommend it to any fans of crime dramas, as well as fans of speculative or weird fiction.

Split brain

I’ve been listening to Peace on Earth, by Stanislaw Lem and the character has had his right and left brain split. It’s quite interesting so far, and deals with a lot of philosophical questions like ‘is it me inside my head, if i don’t know what it’s thinking?’ So far the plot seems to be that he saw something he shouldn’t have, but only his right brain has the memories (the side of his brain that is his subconscious side, not his conscious side, so he doesn’t have direct access to it.) People seem to want to interrogate that side of him, but are unsure how.

There are real examples of people with their brains split, and images shown to one eye not being perceived by the conscious mind… it’s a strange thing to think about, and I am enjoying this book a lot so far!

Alternate Worlds: in which sleeping you is the real you

When you are asleep, your mind is at its true potential, in full conscious awareness, contemplating higher thoughts and imagining the truth of the universe. While you are ‘awake’ you stumble through life hardly aware of anything but your immediate surroundings, and your ‘sleeping’ self has no time for this you, only even thinking about it if you fail to eat enough, or get injured.

If aliens visited this world, they would only want to talk to humans while they were asleep, since this is when their minds are truly awake.

Dream for the collective

I feel like my purpose is to tell stories. But what kind of purpose is that? Isn’t it just a waste of time? A self-indulgence, or enabling of others to self-indulge? I disagree (of course, I would have to.)

I propose that stories serve the same purpose to society as dreams do to individuals. They are invented scenarios that allow us to imagine ourselves in situations we’ve never been in before. They allow us to prepare for happenings that we have no way of having the experience to deal with. George Orwell dreamed of a totalitarian world of horror, and now, because of his dream of a scenario that we’ve not experienced, we may be better prepared to deal with it if it comes our way. The same can be said for any other story dreamed into the collective consciousness of society.

Your ideas are not frivolous or pointless, you are a dreamer for the world. It’s your job not to hold back, and to put every crazy idea that you can think of out there for the rest of humanity¬†to experience.

Go for it!

Remembering old inspiration

Reading through these stories I wrote years ago, I remember the ideas I had, the inspirations that drove me, and the satisfaction of completing the work.

Even just remembering it is some motivation to do it again! No one really likes writing. Having written, though, is where it’s at. So keep plowing forward, once you reach the end you’ll receive your reward!

The below stories are still free today, check them out and leave me a comment or review on Amazon!