Rest and Writing

While writing a novel I have all of my characters swirling around inside of me–their motivations, their fears, their joys, their good days and bad. Right now I am working on a war novel that is about a group of 12 soldiers and an army Chaplain who fight those who create wars: bankers, politicians, and war profiteers.

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While writing a novel I have all of my characters swirling around inside of me–their motivations, their fears, their joys, their good days and bad. Right now I am working on a war novel that is about a group of 12 soldiers and an army Chaplain who fight those who create wars: bankers, politicians, and war profiteers. And I carry all of these characters with me inside of my subconscious throughout my waking hours and for the entirety of the time I write my novel until completion.

If you want to know what I write about, imagine war stories, serial killers, people who are insane, people who have been hurt, tormented in life. And I know all of my characters as much as I know myself. At times it becomes painful knowing all of these things, carrying their pain and suffering with me along with my own.

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And though I enjoy what I do immensely, it is very trying at times, as I’m sure you can imagine, to have these characters, some who are not the nicest people in the world, hurting some of the other characters who are nice and kind people around inside of me. They are living beings, doing their things, sometimes harmful things to themselves and others, and I have to remember that they are simply characters in a work of fiction.

But that is also why I have to have a drink, exercise daily, and get plenty of rest otherwise I am overwhelmed with my characters’ battle fatigue.  When it is time to rest it is time to rest. Usually I slog along until the novel is done and then I take my vacation from those very painful situations and strained individuals. A welcomed respite indeed.

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Connection in Modern America

Most people in America don’t care about friendship or deep intimate relationships anymore. When dealing with others the citizens of this country would rather to be feared or to dominate others rather than be liked or even loved by them.

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Most people in America don’t care about friendship or deep intimate relationships anymore. When dealing with others the citizens of this country would rather to be feared or to dominate others rather than be liked or even loved by them.

We wonder why we don’t know our neighbors all that well, why we don’t really try to connect with them, but we see that because we are ruled by psychopaths that everyone sees the game being played that way. We feel that either we have to manipulate, scare, or intimidate people into allowing us to rule over them, not to befriend them with kindness, generosity, and courtesy. So we either become prey or predator and most people would just rather sit it out, so we don’t correspond with those we live near.

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There is also such a thing as what is known as the “hook-up culture” whereby men and women jump into bed before getting to know one another all that well. They did a study on why people were doing this with some interesting, though not really surprising reasons. More than half of the respondents said they hooked up because they were hoping for a long term commitment. It seems in this day and age of how we can’t form proper relationships with people that we would use animal behavior in order to find a love. It also points to something more interesting I think and that is that most people in the hook-up culture must feel that their personalities are so bad that by sleeping with someone right off of the bat that you might coerce them into staying with them for an extended period of time. Seemingly, we have lost the ability to connect with others on a deeper level, maybe a more spiritual level whereby we don’t view the other in terms of being us being prey or they being ours.

I also wonder what ever happened to our well wishes for others. When was the last time someone asked if you’d eaten or were hungry? When was the last time someone cooked you a meal? When was the last time someone checked on you without giving you the business? When was the last time we felt close to someone, even people you might see everyday? DT

We have lost our human touch for others because we decided the upper crust, with there psychopathic tendencies to maim, dominate, or kill is the proper way for us to behave toward one another.