I finally got around to purchasing and reading Stephen Pressfield’s, ‘The War of Art’.
Just what Dr. Resistance didn’t want to hear.
In fact, Mr. Pressfield had a special deal for a number of his books in multiple formats over the Christmas period. So, I treated myself to the ebook and audio versions of ‘The War of Art’ and ‘Do the Work’. Both are very honest accounts of how a lifetime can be spent creating drama and excitement on and (often!) off the page. He don’t pull no punches at what holds many people back from doing what they could be doing.
That is, doing their work. And while they still have a pulse.
Recent celebrity bereavements have reminded me yet again of how fleeting fame and fortune turn out to be. Sure, the adulation of others is all well and good but the music only plays while alive within you. Suffocation by sufferance seems a piss-poor way to treat a natural talent.
The upshot of these turn-of-the-year musings? Well, I have reconciled my doubts about writing fiction through a keyboard with the practicalities of producing sufficient output to learn and improve on. So, the keyboard it is for the work itself. Pen and paper I will mostly reserve for random character sketches, words of the day, and for recording the plot points, character idiosyncrasies and key details as a story unfolds.
I took a short break from ‘The Zelkova Tree’ to begin writing a prologue story about Lisa’s mother, Prof. Junko Smith. Somehow, she has found herself walking on the Moon. It’s turning out to be a lot of fun.