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 …
Proust: Rambling thoughts, or more?
I've started listening to my first Proust, and it's not very engaging. It is interesting though. Mainly I'm thinking "this guy is just going on about inane memories that can have no importance to anyone other than himself, and yet this is a classic." I think that goes to show that you really can write …
365 posts
With this post I have gone 1 full year in a row of posting every day. And that, is the result. I've had almost double the number of views this year than I had on my last highest year. And I've had more LIKES than I had views last year. And... I don't see a …
Despair, by Vladimir Nabokov
Schadenfreude--pleasure derived by someone from another person's misfortune. Nabokov, I am coming to find, is the master of this. The key to it, is to not identify too much with the person experiencing the misfortune, otherwise it becomes uncomfortable, cringy, awkward... but this, is not. You find yourself laughing with the most perfect satisfaction. And …
Writing and editing?
I've started a new short story, and am also editing my novella... what new super power is this?
Jonas David 