Not Enough Output
My sister is planning to Nano in August. I’m inspired. I’m excited to see what she comes up with. I’m challenged. There is no way I’m going to do a couple thousand words a day, but I can start this new story with my daughter. I’m calling it “The Widening Sea” and it is, at least in part, about mermaids (my daughter is STILL mad about mermaids and at this point I don’t think it is going to change). I’m hoping to encourage her writing with a co-operative project.
It is still hard to find the time. At least getting this off the ground, will take time away from currently languishing projects. Sadly they were languishing before this current sibling started, child centered, distraction.
I’ve been dabbling in the Twitterverse and allowing Facebook to distract me. I see that these are valuable tools, but I could do with less of other tools and more with paper and pen, or at least keyboard and internet connected device. To add to my over-abundance of inputs I listen to books on CD.
I’ve currently been listening to a class on something… can’t remember… so the point is that lots of stuff is coming in and crowding out some really good stuff. I do remember, it is a course on Western Civilization, I can’t however remember the lecturer which is pretty much as bad. It is not a little shocking how many people die in the course of centuries (very nearly 100% as it turns out) and not a few who are murdered for one reason or another by one government or another. In many cases it is a government or authority at least that has been chosen for them.
The Human Condition
So is this the human condition? On average it seems so. What is striking is how often these people are totally innocent of what is perpetrated on them. So for centuries a serf had no choice and no information at all to make a better one even if he had been given a choice to make.
Now it seems that we have no shortage of information on which to base our decisions. Sadly, too much information can be as crippling as none. How do you sort it all?
Real life is messy. You don’t want to see the sausage made. Fiction allows us to be absolute, our sausage well ground in the backroom of our brain where prejudice and selective ignorance can give clarity. I’m saying two things at the same time. It is good to be clear, to have clarity, to present something pure and unambiguous in a story. It is kinda the idea. Don’t you think? To clearly present a story to the reader?
But it is not real. We do well to remember that. Whether we need to make our clear tale seem more real by blurring the fictional lines we draw or simply being honest about the interests of our protagonists and villains, reality is still more organically complex.
I think there are very good reasons to engage in a writing project with my daughter. Personal reasons, real reasons, not the least of which are getting me out of the twitterverse and into the world of a writer… …verse. This isn’t what I want to do forever, but it is what I want to do now. I think that will have to be good enough.