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Back to writing in the morning
I've been struggling with a chapter for the past month (after a wildly prolific January), even after feeling like I have all the necessary pieces to complete it. For some reason, this one is requiring greater faith in the sentence units. For now, each line feels flimsy that everything feels on the verge of flying apart, and I feel too insecure to continue. Today, I got up very early (for me) and started writing first thing in the morning. It has felt different. In the morning, before the day's own logic claims you, you can afford to care about what every line feels and sounds like.
Finished another chapter
This chapter deals with authenticity, celebrity, politics, art, alienation, affect, mass culture and friendship. Its strengths are symmetry, satirical breadths, topical engagement with issues such as the public square, political engagement and digital media. The narrator's voice still needs a lot of work though, he feels like a cipher who is just reporting the progression of plot. This might mean the narrative should just be in third person, but I think the narrator's voice can be -- and should be -- an important arbiter of events.
The ethnographer (native informant) conceit has been dropped, but it might be fun to maintain for in some way. Figure this out.
Inspiration:
http://instagram.com/p/xDsgwZwar9/
A video posted by @jawoch on Dec 25, 2014 at 9:12pm PST
Cityscapes
Cityscapes
More cityscapes
These are from Hong Kong. Though the novel takes place in Seoul and an imaginary satellite city, I imagine it as a combination of various major East Asian urban centers.
Progress
Finished a draft of a short story/chapter. This is the most confident piece of writing I have produced in its thematic coherence, unified structure, and potential for being networked with other extant (though still nascent) threads. At around 8000 words, this seems to be the ideal length. If I could produce a piece like this at least once a month, I will have a strong draft of a manuscript completed in…about nine months? Currently have five other un-finished chapters of similar length that can be incorporated into a master draft. I know those drafts very well, and I think it is better to begin new chapters without thinking too much about how they might fit in, trusting in the new direction that this last piece of writing has opened up.
Milestone
That moment when you get a character in the novel to say out loud in a line of dialogue the title of your book.
Reality is monsterous
The world is monstrous. Ideology is that which conceals the monstrosity of the real from us. The everyday--the quotidian normal--is a ceaseless concealment of this monstrous potential.
It's always a nice surprise when a book you refer to almost randomly in your work ends up having multiple thematic overlap, so that it doesn't' feel gratuitous. Also there is a nice feeling of cosmic order, the reassurance that your unconscious is organizing much more that it's letting on.
THE NOVELIST OUT OF CONTROL
When he starts to write a novel, Paul Auster said, ''I begin with a personality, rather than an idea. And the person becomes very real to me. It's almost as though I give myself up and enter into that other consciousness.''
The process is not as impulsive as it is reckless. ''It's a funny thing,'' Mr. Auster said, ''but I'm not actually in control of what I'm doing. I think a lot of writers feel this way.'' He was talking on the telephone from the Brooklyn studio - he doesn't work at home - where he wrote ''Moon Palace,'' his fifth novel.
''The story and the characters become so real,'' he said, ''that they lead you along. It's a matter of following them correctly and not pushing them off the track.''
But even the surest of foot, of course, cannot always stay the course. ''Early on in every project I've gone off track and had to throw away six, eight months' work,'' Mr. Auster said. ''There is an idea that's shining through all the material somehow, and the obligation is to find that core and stick to it.''
Mr. Auster, who is 42 years old, said that it took a long time for him to find the idea that, quite literally, shines through ''Moon Palace.'' (The book takes its name from a Chinese restaurant - and its bright neon sign - on Broadway near the campus of Columbia University.) ''This novel was knocking around in my head for many years before I actually sat down and wrote it,'' he said. ''Then the sign came in at a certain point and was a way of crystallizing all the images and unifying the book for me.''
alternative history
Every work of fiction is an alternative history, in its own way.
What is tricky about writing about an unfamiliar place is that there is an expectation that we remain truthful to certain historical details that mark those places in the domestic readers' imagination.
I am trying to figure out how to lay out differences without having to clutter the book -- and my imagination -- with unnecessary details, so that the readers' imagination is allowed to breathe its own air.
writing and forgetting
My biggest problem as I get older as a writer (and the distractions of daily life become more demanding) is that I forget what I’ve written, so that when I set something aside, I literally forget about its existence.
Thankfully, technology helps with recovery. Today I unearthed some stories I wrote over a year ago, and I actually read them as a complete stranger. What is frustrating is that my process seems to demand that I forget the person I was when I wrote it. To be a more objective judge of the material, I have to no longer be the person I was when I wrote it. This is very time consuming.
This is one of the reasons I am beginning this log. Partly to leave breadcrumbs for me to retrace when I'm on the right track, but lose my way for whatever reason.