Creativity: The Writing Process

 

With my brand new book, The Man Who Loved Too Much, 
Book 1: Archipelago __ my sixth novel! __ arriving this month, 
people sometimes ask me:

"John, how do you get inspired to write?"

First, I turn on the fan. Then I suddenly realize I that forgot to take out the
garbage. So I do that. Of course, now I see there's all sorts of gunk in
the bottom of the garbage container from the tomatoes that went bad and
the mushrooms that turned to slime. So I have to clean up that mess.

Finally, I pour a cup of coffee and sit down to write. Oops! Forgot to check
my FB account. Whoa!!  87 new notices.  People loved that video I posted
of a kitten chasing a rhinoceros. Hmm. Bad news. It looks like over 30
people deleted me as a friend. Cold! What did I do? Could it have been
the blog I wrote about Mitt Romney being a pedophile?

I'm exhausted.  Writing sure takes it out of me.

I decide I need a nap.  I'll get 20 winks, wake up fresh, ready to really roll!

I try to sleep.  But they are slaughtering a yak next door, beating it to death
with garden rakes.  You'd think they could come up with a more humane
way to kill the thing.  Jeeez!

I take a sip of wine from a newly opened bottle to try to relax.  I decide to 
just finish the whole thing off.

The next few hours are a blank.  I wake up in the bathtub.  
I'm hugging a bag of fertilizer. The doorbell is ringing.

I run to see who it is.  Ah!  The post man.  My new Fiction Writing software 
has arrived. Excellent!  This could be the shot in the arm my career needs.

I spend the rest of the day trying to install the program.  My Windows laptop 
keeps giving me error messages. 

The library catalog file 'clusterfck.dll' is missing. Please reinstall operating system. 

After five hours of this, I am famished!

I head down to the drive-thru window for Magic Rainbow Happy Luck.
It's Chinese fast food.  But they refuse to serve me because I'm on a
bicycle.  I go inside.  Everything is in Chinese.  I order something by
pointing.  They bring me monkey entrails on a croissant. Not very
appetizing.

This would be a total waste of time, except thinking ahead, I brought my computer.
Munching away, being careful to keep the blood and grease from dripping
into my keyboard, I begin . . . 

Once upon a time, there was a large tree in the middle of an island. A boy
of eleven years old leaned against it. A stranger approached him from
behind. The boy turned. The man was wearing a 'Mitt Romney for
President' button. 

Alright!

Now we're getting somewhere.

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The Man Who Loved Too Much - Book 1: Archipelago

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[ This originated at the author's personal web site . . . http://jdrachel.com ]

Repo Man vs. Retro Man

                                                   A race to the bottom in reverse.

There's speculation that the recent devastating disclosures about Mitt Romney will force him to either withdraw or be withdrawn from the presidential race at the upcoming Republican convention.

My immediate reaction?

Awesome!

Maybe the GOP will succumb to their most extreme theater-of-the-absurd impulses and put up a ticket of Michele Bachmann and Ted Nugent.

Then I read that the only other Republican candidate with a significant number of delegates is Ron Paul.

Okay. Not quite as interesting as a Bachmann/Nugent ticket. But right up there. It would be an entertaining, if not altogether ridiculous spectacle.

Repo Man vs. Retro Man.

Obama, the slick hustler who is foreclosing on the American Dream for all his Wall Street buddies, running against Paul who with a straight face wants to return America to the glorious days of the 19th Century.

America would be glued to their TVs to watch this battle of the prestidigitators, one with the charm and charisma of David Copperfield who is making the Middle Class disappear, the other who would invite us all to join him in his Time Machine as he jams it into reverse.

Would the voting public finally wake up to what a sham these elections have become?

Nah! Probably not.

They'd just hit that snooze button for four more years.


[ This originated at the author's personal web site . . . http://jdrachel.com ]