[Morning Freewrite]

It's amazing how one can quickly adapt to writing nonsense on command.  I am
amazingly adept at that.  However, how does that translsate into being able
to write good stories?  The theory I've come up with is that we have ot let
go of our inhibitions towards writing.... be able to write something before
we are able to stop and not write at all.  Ooppss.... before we are able to
criticize and change things to suit ourselves and our audiences.  If we
cannot write at all then we are stuck with nothing at all to say.

What is it about writing that makes it good?  I think when Mr Darling said I
was a good intuitive writer many days ago he meant that I knew how to write
a cogent argument without backtracking or repeating myself.  It is hard.  It
is something that I have practiced without knowing and then told was wrong
occassionally.  It is something that is better than anything that anyone
else will write.  Will do.  Being able to write isn't being able to follow
rules.  It's being able to codify rules as you write.  Make up the rules to
your writing as you go.  But they must be good rules.  Consistent rules.
Rules that your audience will be able to see and sense.  If you can create
rules that your audience understands they will be okay.   They will let you
adopt whatever style you choose.  As long as it's a fun style.  as long as
there are other things that draw them along as well.  Any style you like.

What other elements of a story are there?  There is style.  There is
emotion.  There is plot.  There are characters.  These are all things that
have meaning within the body of the story.  But they are all things that
have n0o meaning as well.  They are things that finished writing need not
worry about because it must all flow.  It must all fit.  A particular piece
of writing could not be written in any way except the way it was written.
But you must be able to understand what rules govern it.  What are the rules
that make things clear.

I see something in the air around me that is different.  That is decidedly
looking for something to know.  I wish that I could find what was going on.
I wish there was something that made enough sense that I could go with it.
Life is a story and we can rewrite it to a certain extent but not wholly.
We can change style and voice and to some extent change plot and characters
but in the wend, the stotry we tell is the same as the story we would have
been told.  It is only ourselves that we really control.  The story of self
is the story that changes the story of us does not.  Perception is all --
and perception projected by ourselves is what is important.

I forgot to look at the time when I began this.  So I don't know when it
should end.  Oh well.  I'll keep writing.  I saqw sopmething the other day.
I saw something within myself.  I saw soemthing.  I am continually seeing
something.  But it isn't something that I see directly and can examine.  I
can only sense it, feel it, just beyond my senses, it klurks.  Peripheral
vision?  One step beyond.

It is oodd to write with long fingernails.  It feels clack-clacky to type
with your nails.  And you can feel the nails stress ever so slightly against
the keys.  But this is good.  It is an odd sensation.  A sensation that
reminds me that everything is not the same.  Everything is not always ennui.
It can be different.  There is something to the notion that death comes to
those who are bored.  THere is a certain boredom that makes things not what
htey could be.  There is a certain boredom that robs the soul.  No false
boredom here -- the false is what we perceive but should know is not true.
It is something that we want.  Rather than something that we feel in the
depths unable to escape....

That was a random thoguht.  The love of words drives the typist rather than
the pursuit of sense?  I don't know.  Does everyone have a practicl side and
a non-practical side?  A side that says this is me, this is what is me and I
am and so forth?  Is this true?  I do not know.

[End morning freewrite]