No more clock-based passivity from the novelist, who disrupted a 20 -year routine with a decision to embrace the unpredictable
I used to be a penalized morning writer, but in the spring of 2010 I was inspecting a router-making facility in Shanghais Pudong district and evidenced thousands of workers in robins egg blue jumpsuits building the paraphernalium necessary to pole-vault Chinas technological connectedness ahead of all other countries in our new world order. This tableau inspired in me a soothing realisation that “the worlds” was changing even more quickly than Id thought it was, and that Id better shake things up creatively to keep pace with it.
I requested myself a few questions: how can I steep myth with that same fractal sense of falling down a rabbit hole that everyone is experience when were online? How can writing compete with Netflix? How could I squeeze emotion into as few words as possible not just on a page but something people can speak from a auto at 50 miles an hour?
To this end I deliberately upended what had been a 20 -year-old writing procedure. No more AM clock-based passivity, quietly awaiting messages that may or may not come depending on the nature of the fussiness of my muse. No more predictability; instead of standing here detecting wistful for my pre-internet brain, I tried to figure out what my new brain was becoming and how that affected my publication. So if “youre asking me” what is my typical author epoch, I have no specific answer, only a series of tendencies which together characterize my brand-new writing normal.
One: I do often of my writing on aircrafts. Im actually at my happiest when Im writing on an aircraft, and Im writing these words on a plane right now, Lufthansa flight 1436 from Frankfurt to Saint petersburg. Theres no Wi-Fi( sanctuary !) and Im having that not distasteful awarenes of soon-to-end Schengen-era statelessness the kind of transnational fluidity so accurately touted by Monocle magazine a headspace where all the men wear slim-fit clothe and all the women in little black dress go back to the bureau from the Embassy function to do some late darknes C ++ coding.
Q: Would you like a glass of irrigate with your vodka tonic ?
A: No. Thats why God fabricated ice cubes .
Two: I do often of my writing in hotel rooms, specially if theres a deadline. Actually, since I wrote the above paragraph Ive landed and am now in the Saint petersburg W hotel which has killer Wi-Fi and interior design options maybe manufactured( in the highest possible gumption) by an oligarchs mistress. Theres something about is available on a inn area most columnists know this implicitly that free-spokens up ones believing. First you place a scorched land do-not-disturb on your email detail( autoreply: Im dead and hence unable to reply to your email) and second, hide the mobile phone in the desk drawer and its almost as good as being on a plane. None reached among you. Youre safe.
Three: I write in places connected in definable ways to the forces of both globalisation and deglobalisation: Shanghai router-making facilities; Chilean classrooms taken over by protesting students, the areas now converted into artists studios; the International House of Pancakes on the northern line-up of Interstate 15 in Las Vegas. The more random and unpredictable the better.
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