Me: A Rabble

In this time of lockdown, cabin fever is my Muse

Yo. Who’s in the mood for something confessional from a writer locked down with plenty of time on his hands but too much distraction? And too little self-discipline to shoot his friggin’ internet router. 

Cri de coeur

Is my own life following a plot, or has it always been merely notes toward a motley assortment of lives I no longer have time to live? 

Hamstrung by distraction

There. That’s me, just now. Spinning aphorisms when I’m supposed to be writing a novel. A whole series of novels. Plus I’m spinning this blog post. 

Paris Review

Hamstrung by over-preparation

So what about my fiction writing? In some ways it resembles my personal life. Currently I’m overwhelmed by mountains of paper notes and drafts, gibabytes of digital files – terabytes, for all I know. Then there’s the absurd amount of background reading I feel is necessary, a veritable 1000-headed Hydra of books and articles.

The plan

I expect to awaken one morning soon to find my fiction project has reached the point of supersaturation. Abruptly the story I’m looking for will precipitate out, hanging on a plotline like crystals when you dip a string into a supersaturated salt solution. 

Some plots are more complex than others.

Or, less pleasingly, I may experience a bursting of the dam, a logorrheic release of this novel and those to follow. By God, eh?

Lost the plot 

But what about myself? What about the narrative that is me, eh? 

Simple. I just write the memoir: Me: A Rabble. 

12 thoughts on “Me: A Rabble”

    • Now that I look at it again, I fear it doesn’t come across as very humorous after all. What do you think? Maybe I should withdraw it for second thoughts.

      How are things with you in Norway?

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  1. It’s good, as Kai says, but how’s about if you simply slide some of the work in progress into your Facebook timeline as a sample and get back to work? Huh? Huh? Have a taste of this! [Sound of whip cracking] Sincerely, Simon Legree

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    • That’s actually a good idea, Brad. Let me see whether my internal critic agrees some of the start is ready for the public eye. (I’m kind of bashful, in this regard.)

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    • Good advice. Instead I spent a month packing up and moving to a new apartment, drowning in paper notes and books all the while, striving to cull things yet winding up with mountains of paper in the new joint nonetheless.

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