I have Written a BookI've written a book
Did you write a book yet?
You' ve got one in you. Someone I know in person. Yes, I did. He didn't know I'd been writing literature. Readers knew that I had been writing these volumes, but what she really wanted to see me writing a volume that was not "how-to", but more significant, philosophic, introspective, ever greener, funnier, and so on.
So.... how I answered her e-mail in person (I always do, unless you are a victim of my random e-mail cleanup), yes, it's now. With that in mind, I have a query for you: So, what should I spell? You tell me the subject of the textbook you want me to be on.
And I Have Washed A Bad Book
There are many different people in the new game, but none of them really come to live. At the end of the volume, if we make it this far, which we probably won't, as much of this volume is boring and hard, as several early critiques show: "Often the sound of fiction is like a poorly worded text.
" So we don't really mind what happens (although there's very little to say here) and we can't really sense for all the dead people. I can' t help the reader even when the protagonists are dying and we see them dying on their backs in a big box, which I call "The Tucson Room", and hear their last words, which are often self-pitying and sluggish.
As I thought, the slow death of all my personalities would make the reader think of their own imminent death, and that this emotion could be a kind of compassion or sympathy. It is neither a real life situation, nor is it credible when moribund figures can talk a strange tongue just before they are about to run out.
Now I see it quite clearly, and I concur with the critic who described the character as empty. I couldn't even withstand trying to be fun and then fail when these people became extinct in the game. I cherished my own needs more than those of my personalities, and I made it clear by trying and failure to be fun at their cost.
In all honesty, I never thought I could make people sympathetic to my character, although I wish I could, which makes it all the more unforgivable that I even made it. A little more self-confidence at that point could have diminished my perseverance in a job that was clearly above me.
If I knew I couldn't make a script, why should I do it? The wish to do something in written form never seems to give the capacity to do it, at least not for me. Well, I must confess, I never had a genuine link to my work. I' ve always wanted to be considered just someone who writes a script, which is a pretty terrible wish to be able to survive with if you can't really do it.
It was a weight and a duty from the beginning - it could be the most un-natural thing I have ever tried to do. It' s like trying to fall in love with someone you're just not drawn to, trying to have sexual intercourse with a woman you don't want to have intercourse with, not that it's particularly simple to fall in loved affection with someone you're drawn to, or even have it...which I know can be very complex, but it's simpler and can be right and worthwhile on some occasions, not that I know what a good rapport has been like lately.
I have done this for six years or tried to "write" this volume, even if I have not written it, which was the case most of the year. Well, I didn't really have a feeling these few siestas. But sometimes we look at a badly thought-out or tedious textbook, like my own in this case, and wonder what the writer thought when he wrote; how something so enormously tedious and cumbersome could have come about.
Makes us think what kind of foreigners we are to other human beings in the whole wide globe when these human beings can get excited about something unfathomable, banal or inanimate, as I think I have done. I' m here to tell you that I haven't thought or felt much, which is obviously the issue, and that if I haven't had the excitement to write the script, it's an extremely bad habit for me to ask someone else to do it.
The only thought I have in mind when I am taking this notice is that this recension of my own novel may be the one thing I could be able to do honestly - unless you know I messed up. Since I began my studies, I have been conscious that I am usually not able to produce something that even the remotest sound is real; from my first few lines on I have a strong inventive flair; not really insincerity, but art.
Perhaps this bookkeeping about the indifference of my novel is the first sincere thing I have ever inscribed. To those of you who have already seen the thin gingerbread behind the script, I am sorry that I have appropriated my parents' name and attributed my own script to them. That seemed strange to me once - to say that some of the texts were composed by them - but not anymore, and to top it all off, my folks aren't very pleased with me right now.
They are not unfortunate, exactly, but they just seem distant, a little unimportant to me, and we are going through a tense period that seems even worsened because none of us will recognize the burden. Well, at least we're being polite to each other, which strangely enough we've never done before. You are right in not understanding why I use their name alongside such monumental, if empty people.
Especially the big, threatening person I call "Kevin", who often beats the parental figures with a cooked cloth, usually knocks them down and screams at them while they squirt on their backs. Do I accuse them of being passive, dull and dull mothers? To be honest, I am not, but I have been deprived of the authorization to make that assertion.
I think it' inevitable that folks will think when they take the trouble to come to any conclusion that I am going to do. I' m not defending myself. I' m guessing everything I say will always look like some kind of ironical, attention-grabbing manoeuvre. Well, if I could just type of o.k. novel and just keep it that way, it wouldn't be necessary.
I' m just sorry I took someone with me. And if there's a joke here I couldn't find, I apologise. I apologise if I was accidentally hilarious. When I apologised too much and seemed dainty - on the condition that I am interested from the outside in the way in which I cannot do things to the extent in which I have fail - then I am also sorry.
Perhaps I have written a poorly written textbook so that I can apologise for something more specific. They can use violence and find themselves justifiable.