Prose fiction is something you build up from 26 letters and a handful of punctuation marks, and you, and you alone, using your imagination, create a world and people it and look out through other eyes.
Eric Beavers ELBeavers
I am a writer passing time in my native northwest Georgia who has learned about life from restaurant kitchens, hospital shipping docks and my many, many mistakes. I hope to overcome my fear of heights and move to a house on the mountain where I can enjoy the view. http://elbeavers.co
I would make eggs all day long if I could. Scrambled. Omelettes. Over easy. Poached. I can do them all. Like Ken Shopsin, author of the essential book Eat Me, I find it to be incredibly meditative work: each egg is different, its cooking times and consistency subject to 1,000 microvariables of freshness, water content, etc. Every correctly cooked egg is a triumph rescued from certain calamity. And you can make them into sausage, egg, and cheese sandwiches, which are very good.
“…the words you write might be read in the nicely designed website or app you built, or they might be read in Instapaper with every bit of design stripped out, or they might be read aloud by a speaking browser that’s blind to presentation completely.”
The intellect is a great danger to creativity … because you begin to rationalize and make up reasons for things, instead of staying with your own basic truth — who you are, what you are, what you want to be. I’ve had a sign over my typewriter for over 25 years now, which reads “Don’t think!” You must never think at the typewriter — you must feel. Your intellect is always buried in that feeling... anyway. … The worst thing you do when you think is lie — you can make up reasons that are not true for the things that you did, and what you’re trying to do as a creative person is surprise yourself — find out who you really are, and try not to lie, try to tell the truth all the time. And the only way to do this is by being very active and very emotional, and get it out of yourself — making things that you hate and things that you love, you write about these then, intensely.
One of the clearest regional differences in the U.S. can found by tracking the words people use to refer to soft drinks, which is in fact the map you saw at the top of this story. Pop or soda, or even Coke, these small linguistic differences are not as small as we might think. While “soda” commands the Northeast and West Coast (green) and “pop” is in between (black), “Coke” reigns in the south (turquoise). These small distinctions can often act as touchstones for larger cultural differences.
Nor, I have to say, do I understand why some people will pay money to be careened and suspended and dropped and whipped back and forth at high speeds and hung upside down until they vomit. It seems to me like paying to be in a traffic accident. I do not get it; never have. It’s not a regional or cultural thing. I think it’s a matter of basic neurological makeup. I think the world divides neatly... into those who are excited by the managed induction of terror and those who are not. I do not find terror exciting. I find it terrifying. One of my basic life goals is to subject my nervous system to as little total terror as possible.