decided to finally, really, actually write a book. my plan this time around is to write what i know best. it’ll be first person. a lot of the insides will be side stories. just short stories. will be bizarre; probably along the lines of a Richard Brautigan or Kurt Vonnegut Jr. novel. i think i have a very basic, linear plot in mind, and in between Point A and Point B will be Points G-K, Q, R-U, and W. so essentially, it will be a sort of hallucinogenic proto-sci-fi faux memoir. i’ll probably rewrite a few of my other shorts and unrealized concepts to fit in with the overall theme/story arc. this time i can’t fail or leave it unfinished, because it will be the truest thing i can write, and it will be all me, and i won’t have to overthink it or wonder where i’m going and how to get there, etc., because it’s the stuff that’s been in my head already for all these years.
it’s going to be the ultimate novel for slightly-disaffected, fully alienated gen-X people with too much room in their heads for weird-ass tall tales.
i can’t believe it’s taken me this long to figure it out. it’s so natural. especially for me. this is the only way i could ever write anything longer than a short story or play.
i’m not going to fool myself and just do one draft, either. this project will necessitate doing at least a few, as i foresee it.
all i need is time, preferably to myself.
p.s.: k, go buy this now pls thx
