So the other day, I was listening to a couple of morning guys in the Northern California area, Armstrong & Getty. Being that they’re on the radio, I can never seem to mentally parse which one is saying what, but one of them hit on something I referred to in an earlier post: The inability to concentrate on reading a book anymore. Specifically–fiction.
It was like I’d found a support-group homie with that one statement. It occurred to me that it is fiction that really causes me to start going all D.B. Cooper in my thinking when I try to get into it.
This is why I haven’t been able to finish a number of books. I want to. I know they’re good. But something about the exigencies of the day causes my mind to go all test-pattern.
It then occurred to me that this is what is driving my apprehension for starting the fiction novel I have in my head. Trust me, the idea is awesome. But I am now wondering whether or not I’d be able to get my own head around my own work well enough to make it count.
This is why I have trouble re-reading Lewis’ Chronicles of Narnia but can fly through one of his apologetic works fairly fast (I will say, The Screwtape Letters would be the lone outlier here).
And I believe this comes down to applicability. The older I get, the more minimalist I become on many levels. The more I guess I’m looking for genuine accelerant as opposed to redwood chips.
A short while back, I was poring over an “academic textbook” if you will–that has zero sense of humor (although I think the term ‘academic “textbook” probably made that case for me anyway), and I believe the subject has not yet been properly satirized. I’m not talking cheap, two-dimensional volleys from the Cracked magazine threshing floor, but a genuine “alter-ego” look at the subject. Packaged in academic form to boot.
Somehow, I actually think my immersion the subject itself allows me to possibly write the thing in a few weeks, between work and upcoming exploits. I furthermore believe it might actually sell.
An immediately, after this contemplative session, my brain possesses NONE of the apprehensions, ticks, turns and paroxysms it does when I think of trying to build a character mosaic ex-nihilo.
Ah, just quit thinking, and start writing. Enjoy the thing.
I’ll read it, Ron…
I promise…
Just as soon as I finish reading…
The latest edition…
(Or is it, revision?)…
Of JRF “Post Orders”…