Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind
And so it goes. There is no great genius without some touch of madness. Aristotle said that. And it works as a decent excuse for some of the things I do/write.
My latest piece, for instance. The story itself asserts that there's no real point to it. It doesn't have a plot. Oh sure it has characters, and it even has stuff happen, and some stuff even happens to said characters, but there's no buildup to anything and no real resolution. Well, currently, anyway. I'm probably going to leave it as it stands. Who knows. But, for the most part, it's just meandering babbling madness.
In this case, I'm trying to scare the reader shitless.
Usually though, madness is more fun. Sometime this week I plan on writing something funny, entertaining, or happy. Don't know how that'll work out.
But back to the crazy dumbsaint; I don't think an idea can work if you're not willing to regurgitate it from your unconscious mind pretty much as it comes. At least the first time around (you can edit that later / fix that in post). That means, no censorship, no explaining. My thoughts can usually be pretty incoherent, so there's generally some cleanup done between thought and page.
Oh, and rules are for jerks. Quote me on that.
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