(author artfully contemplating art)
It just dawned on me that you might be one of the only people who reads this and finds a certain character in any story to have a slight similarity to your own life. Please accept my apologies. Obviously all thoughts contained within are one-sided at best and completely fanciful at worst (complete fabrications). While there are various reasons for posting these little missives, I hope that you or anyone else can realize their literary counterpart in any story is most likely a composite sketch of my stuttering memories, my sometimes cruel and vicious "creative" license, and a misguided ode to your involvement in my life. I absolutely dispute the rather commonplace notion that the words I write are coming directly from my thoughts and thus are my true feelings. I will have a general idea of something that I put down and I let my fingers and mind take me to places that are not preconceived. Lately I have been attempting to better edit the work instead of subjecting readers to the utterly horrible "stream of consciousness" writing that has plagued me in the past. Although I can indeed see redundant themes (sex, swearing, lack of sex, self-doubt) throughout the pieces this is but a small sampling of what I am really working on right now. Most everyone, including myself, would be bored shitless about the work I am doing now. Just think grant letters + research methodology + fragmented novella + how-to book written in 1483 + 1917 WWI Eastern Front Trench Diaries = Rambling Incoherence. For better or worse you are getting my practice pieces while I navigate my way through better dialouge writing, paragraph shaping, storytelling and others literary things I suck at. I know that sort of trivializes things and is sort of shooting myself in the face but people seem to like the stories for the most part (at least to my face), my artistic collaborator gets the work he has been demanding for years in a format for which he can surgically remove the parts he wants to Frankenstein up for the art that we love to do, and I get some self-satisfaction for being a blogger. Because everyone wants to be a blogger, right? Bloggers are sexy and cool, huh? Bloggers are necessary and shouldn't be systematically exterminated. We are the bureaucrats of the future!
(author seductively seducing the camera lens and points beyond)
In short, I need your comments and viewings but all-in-all I don't give a fuck really if you are hurt because it may be you but it is not really you. Oh shit, I mean I care a lot...please read my stuff. Please, please...I desperately need to be fawned over. I take back everything. I should've done everything different. I will make it up to you all. I love you. I need you. I want you. (judging from the context only if you are a lithe, teenage, Nordic wunderfrau). Just kidding, it's only fiction!
(author high as fuck on PCP and rhino tranquilizers)
1 comment:
Good post.
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