Had a Weird Idea:

Your experience is what I’m using as part of the dialogue with kriswest’s character played by Kathy Bates. Like you, she retired from a philosophy department and had witnessed the pretenses you mention. She is also the one that brings up the issue of how, at a certain age, it all gets to feel a little silly.However, unlike you, Kris, the real one, is a little more conservative. So I have to find a way to consolidate the two. The thing to keep in mind is that even though the character is inspired by both of you, she is not either one of you. She is a fiction. Also, like both you and Kris, her character took a piecemeal approach to gathering knowledge, like Spenser, kind of following her nose where ever it took her as compared to the more methodical approach to philosophy that is obliged to a certain reading list.

Also, reading your point about drinking, I’m thinking about putting in a little exposition on drinking and the writer, the final point being that d63 doesn’t drink because of some idealistic notion about carrying the weight of the world, but because he’s an alcoholic who is still functional enough to enjoy what he’s doing. It’s why he comes on The Board when he could be working on an article: as a form of play that reminds him of why he loves writing.

As far as your last point: creativity is easy and, being the same activity a child can engage in, doesn’t require a lot of patience. It’s the part where you turn all that raw material into a finished product that takes the work. Right now, I have all these ideas swimming around my head creating other ideas. It’s like it’s just coming to me. However, I find myself intimidated by the process of zeroing in on the details, of, for instance, turning a summary of what 2 characters discuss into an actual dialogue. This is made so by the realization that all the dialogue has to maintain a certain level of poetry like Kris’ character:

That’ll school ya, you son of a bitch!

Or Zen Candy’s:

You want me to kick him in the balls. I’ve thought about it, you know.

They have to reflect the character’s beauty without them seeming to try.

It’s like Coleridge said:

It’s alright to build castles in the air.
But at some point, you have to build foundations under them.

And trust me, given the postmodern ADD I’m dealing with, of no matter I’m what doing, of always knowing there is something else I could be doing, it’s not that easy for me either. But it’s the force of the initial inspiration that drives me. And its not just me. It’s not uncommon for novelists to work on several projects at the same time. Luckily I started off as a musician. And one of the things I learned from that is that you have to work from the small parts to the bigger parts. You have to break the bigger project down into small manageable fragments.

As it is, I have to deal with the possibility this may not get finished. And one of the biggest obstacles right now is the board in that it offers immediate gratification. It can distract you. Therefore, in order to get any finished product done, I have to make sure the first thing I do is work on that finished product. Because if I so much as take a peak at what is going on on the board: that’s it: I can pretty much forget about getting anything else done. Still, it does provide me a lot of the raw material of creativity.

I am going to throw a monkey wrench. My friends and family consider me an artist. I just feel right when I carve or assemble. All want me to do more. I feel more obligated to be family not what comes natural. I love the work of creating but, I love my family. What I love to do and apparently am damn good at will take my time away from those I love and take care of. What do I do?

And that is one of the central concerns of those who strive for something more: how do they seek to rise above the common while still having to deal with the common. I have to struggle with it all the time. There are periods, given the demands that people around me are putting on me, that it’s like pulling teeth trying to get a little time for my studies. They always think it’s just one little thing. The thing is: step in line with a 100 other people who want “just one little thing”. And you can’t afford to just wait until they happen to be done with you. You try to balance it all. But all they’re working in terms of is what they want. You get to point to where you basically have to start screaming: get the fuck out from under my feet and start dealing with your own problems! Still, they are people you care about.

I can empathize with your position, Kris. At the same time, this is my point A to point B. And all evidence points to the possibility that this is all I get. Therefore, when people start acting like the only point A to point B that should matter to me is theirs and that I should put my desires for mine on hold until theirs are dealt with, then them’s fighting words. I know you may think this selfish. But the one thing I do happen happen to agree with Rand on is that too often, when people are accusing you of being selfish, what they are usually doing is asserting their selfishness. If they can’t respect the balance, then you have to make them do it.

Consequently, this is why I think so many famous people have been notorious assholes. It wasn’t just a matter of thinking themselves above others as the practical matter of keeping everyone, when they would naturally draw to the famous and successful, at a safe distance so that they can focus on what they are doing.

Unfortunately, the people you love, as well intended as they often are, can be your worst enemies.

Related to this is the scene in which d63 waits in a small town bar to wait for Ambivalence. As he is waiting, he takes out his notebook to do some writing. As he starts, one of the locals start chatting at him. He tries to be polite and respond with short uncommitted statements that put on the appearance of actually being interested in the conversation. Several times, he tries to start typing only to get diverted by one of the locals. Soon, he is sitting in front of his notebook staring blankly. Soon, he stands up and snarls:

Could you people PLEASE get the fuck out from under me!

It then switches back to him sitting in front of his notebook staring blankly. It is at this point that he hears from behind: d63?

d63 turns to find Ambiv, stuffs his notebook into his bag, says with an air of relief and desperation:

Ambiv?

then, when Ambiv shakes his head yes, clutches him by the arms of his coat, looks him in the face the way someone would their rescuer, then hugs him.

It then switches to the two of them in a boat, d63 clutching his bag and looking back to town with a look of distress and Ambiv saying from behind:

Yeah, you looked like you needed rescuing back there.

He then looks back to d63, looks concerned, then asks:

You alright?

d63 turns around and says, in a shell shocked way:

The small talk. The fucking small talk. It just wouldn’t stop.

Ambiv chuckles then says calmly: They’re small towners. Small talk is their form of creativity. You’re just too use to the board.

d63 (in voiceover): Barbara Hampl, the writer, once said: just keep talking. Mumbling is fine.

So Ambiv was right: human intercourse is the bottom line form of creativity. I mean given the power of recall it must require to form a basic sentence, of pulling up any one right word out of the thousand plus stored in our brain, it’s amazing we can even talk. But it becomes even more amazing when you consider it as a process of one person forming a sentence, then the other, based on previous sentences they have formed, creating another sentence that is unlike any before.

The thing is that the whole thing has to be like visual symphony. It has to take consideration of the rhythm in which images are presented. It has to be like the ultimate presentation: as if it could be presented on PowerPoint or something.

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For me, play has always been what makes the footwork pay off. There has to be play. Otherwise, what would be the point?

Even Edison took time off with his crew, drank beer, and played with his inventions.

Need to include scene of d63 with his dog as the underlying nothing as something looking back at him:

my god!

He refers to it as God’s love for him.

D63 (to chronicdarwinitis): Yeah! but there are people out there who need the help of people like us: those who don’t have the gift that we have. Your use of it is an abomination.

Zen Candy pulls d63 away.

Are you writing a book/ a screenplay?

Yeah, it was a screenplay. The first time I ever played with the medium. It’s kind of fun medium to work with in that you throw anything in and work from there. I can follow a a piece of dialogue with a summary then go back and pull a detailed dialogue out of the summary when I’m ready. It’s a swoopers art. Plus that, there’s not as much pressure in that you know that if (and that is a big if) anything was done with it, there will be other artists who will add their ideas to it. It’s a collaborative process that can be worked with at any time.

I’ve actually come to fall in love with the characters, though, which is the only guaranteed payoff. Your character, Zen Candy, based on Thandie Newton, played a major role in drawing me in.

Right now, though (at least for the next couple of weeks), I’m letting it incubate while I study Dennett’s Consciousness Explained.

D63 (as he passes out): love ya, man!

Kriswelt’s character:

love ya too, you stupid commie.

Motherly, she pulls a blanket up over him.

I left your drink in the fridge with a good breakfast :slight_smile: